Energy Drink

   Energy drinks are scary to me. As a child my mom was sure to steer me clear of sugar laced foods and drinks in fear of...Mama Mia! Five Fruit Loops and I could make Speedy Gonzales look like a slow-mo replay. This is probably why I have done my best to avoid the Bull and shied away from ever becoming a Rock Star.
   But boy did I ever chug an energy drink this morning. The studio I used to work at is closing down this month so last night they planned a kind of a last hoorah/party for the new moon. I was not aware that moon parties went until the wee hours in the morning. (Rookie Moon Rocker, I guess) I rolled into my drive way around 2:15am.
   For me the anticipation of getting home and getting into my bed followed me the whole night as I watched the locals boogie their way around the yoga studio. When I opened the front door I had a sense of victory at my accomplishment of attaining my goal...GET HOME. Naturally this jazzed me up. I won! With this new found energy I had no choice but to catch up with Bob and Jillian and watch the latest episode of BL.
   Wouldn't you know it! I finally got tired around 4am. Now I LOVE my ladies' Bible study group and look forward to it every week. I did not love that ladies' Bible study was slated to begin in less than 5 hours from the time my head hit the pillow. If anyone knows me that is definitely not enough time for Senorita Sleeps-A-Lot. I really wanted to go to the study but I knew in the back of my mind I would make up an excuse when it was time to wake up and just continue doing what I do best...sleep.
   Luckily the Lord had something else in mind. My alarm went of at 8am and I could not explain the chipperness running through my veins. I was totally THAT person. You know, the one who delights in sounds of the cock-a-doodle-do. How could this be, you ask? God was my RockStar this morning. He juiced me up so I was ready to go and be with his daughters to study his son. Rock on!