It is one of those nights when you mix the vodka with the fruit juice, or the Gatorade, or whatever else you can find in the refrigerator. They say you shouldn’t drink alone but I never understood the difference. When I drink alone, I prefer to be myself as the song goes. The words come easier, the dreams become larger, and the chances of making those dreams come true seem bigger than ever. In the haze of it all, everything may seem better. Maybe we walk outside and fall onto the grass and look up at the stars. We lose ourselves in the universe and that’s not a bad place to lose yourself. It isn’t until the harsh sunlight of the morning, do those dreams recede into the darkness and we smile at how foolish we were to believe that those things could really happen.