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Opinion: I Think I’m Just Gonna Call It a Night

We have had fun tonight with our festivities and frivolities and, while your proposition to keep this night going is tempting, I believe now is the time for me to retire home. I wish that I could continue on this journey with you but in my heart of hearts, I know this is where I leave you.

This has been one evening that I will never forget and I thank you all for sharing it with me. We feasted on fine food and imbibed our share of drink but as the poets of old said, all good things must come to an end.

Duty beckons me home where I must attend to my dog and laundry. Have I mentioned yet that I have work in the morning? Because I do indeed. As you see, I do not wish to end this but I must for responsibility’s sake. As the saying goes; when I became a man, I have put away childish things.

Of course, karaoke and Waffle House sound intriguing, I will only hear about them in story because this is where I leave you. We shall meet again, one day, where you can recount to me what I missed after my departure.

Additionally, it seems that I am also short on money. While your offer to spot me and to get the next round is truly generous and thoughtful, I refuse to be indebted to you, or anyone, and I do not know when I will be able to reimburse you.

I feel sullen and weakened which make for bad companionship and, even though you implore me to stay, I must leave for fear of destroying your good times with my sour mood. I envy you men and women of a hearty constitution that allows you to push on. Your lighthearted jests mocking my lightweightedness and attacking my masculinity will not change my decision.

Alas, I think I’m just gonna call it a night.