I like ice cream. I really, really do. So of course, it's a wonderful thing that there's a 24-hour ice cream store right near my place, and that I have friends who are fellow insomniacs and up for late-night trips. Last night was one such trip, and I got my favorite--Pralines 'n' Cream on a sugar cone--and my friend got a shake. We were walking and talking, and we didn't want to stop in the middle of the sidewalk to talk and finish our ice cream, so we sat down on the stairs of a public building and continued to chat. The conversation was...interesting. A different friend of mine used to say that you didn't need to bother getting her drunk to talk too much about herself; get her when she's tired and she's as good as drunk. I've noticed I'm very similar; it's much easier for me to talk at night than it is during the day. What is it about talking late at night that makes us so much more open?
In other news, this morning there was a Starbucks Iced Coffee Break ( = free Iced Coffee from Starbucks, for those who don't know), which was especially wonderful in light of the fact that I didn't go to sleep until about 2:00 AM (we were talking until about 1:30). As is my habit when such things occur (such as previous Starbucks Coffee Breaks, Dunkin Donuts free iced coffee day, Baskin Robbins 31-cent scoop day, etc.), I told anyone and everyone in the office who I thought would care. I made some people very happy today. :)
I like making people happy. Sometimes too much. I know I can't make everyone happy all the time, but knowing doesn't always keep me from trying anyway. And of course, in the pecking order of who gets made happy, I usually put myself last on the list. Why?