Last calll;

well it's that metaphorical and realistic last call now.

It's 2AM and time for the lights to come back on, and to take a look around, to get a good look at what you were dancing with, and who you've become. It's 2AM and time to sober up, to leave, and hope to God you don't get caught and make it home okay. Chalk one more down, and swear you're invincible.

It's that last call, of the last night, of however you mark your calendar; in years, months, weeks, or weekends.That last call and it's time to down whatever you can get your hands on, and top off your gut that could already drown a fish. Time to say goodbye to strangers you swear are your friends, and friends that might as well be strangers. It's time to round everyone up, and head out again. To sober up, pray to god you make it home okay, and that you don't get caught. Chalk one more down and swear you're invincible.

And some of us will wake up next to someone we love, someone we know, or someone we can't even recognize; let alone recognize ourselves.
And some of us will tell the stories of nights full of the glory, or shame, or explanations for compromising positions.

But one more time, more than anything, it's last call, those lights are back on, we can take a look around and see who we've got, and see who we are; not who we thought we were, and sober up, head out, pray to God we make it home okay, and chalk one more night, weekend, summer, season, or year down; one more time we could've swore we were invincible.