Another Saturday Night

This is for all of you who were at the grocery store at 8:55 on Saturday night while beautiful people got out of expensive cars on the avenue like Buzby Burkely dancers sashaying into a chorus line, all legs and white teeth and high sensation, pretty couples who drank cocktails and stylishly laughed seated at perfect tables next to other pretty couples.  For all of you who couldn't find the honey on aisle 13 and wandered around until you forgot what it was you came for, who wondered what might be on television knowing there was nothing and thinking you might read awhile instead.  But after putting away the things you bought and cursing yourself for the things you forgot, after the shower with the last remnants of soap you forgot to buy and after not putting moisturizer on your face having forgot that too, the minute hand was on the upswing toward ten o'clock, and you thought about a whiskey which made you think about bed.  For those of you who rather than go to bed sat on the couch switching channels between nothing and nothing wishing for even Anthony Bourdain or the crazy Puerto Rican family who repos cars thinking maybe you would stay up long enough to see the beginning of Saturday Night Live which you have not watched for ten years but which you might if the whiskey keeps you up.  For all of you who thought "why am I with this person" or "why the fuck am I alone."  This is just for us who did not have a swell time last night and thought, hell--I'm pissing away my life.