We always had people round on Friday nights, and I used to joke about having the noisiest recycling bin in the street.
With hindsight, I didn't do enough to enjoy it though, especially after my marriage split up. I moved to Fortitude Valley, the "entertainment precinct", and met some great characters and very shady people. These were good days, but, as I've mentioned before, if I'd carried on like that for much longer I'd be dead.
I've just had one, and I'm relaxing after a long day of doing precisely that: relaxing.
I actually quite like myself, if that makes any sense at all.
I don't think I'm being narcissistic, I'm just quite happy pottering around my little apartment, where I can make as much noise as I want, where I've the freedom to practise the piano or the guitar (I never practise my bass playing), and generally do whatever I want. I like the fact that I like me. Believe me, it's taken a long time to get to this point. A few years ago I didn't like me at all. But I've changed, and changed for the better, at least I'd like to think so.
I cannot describe how good this feels. Self-indulgent? Yes. Vital? Absolutely. As I get older I need more sleep, and I get it when I can. And my plans for tonight are a good book.