The Night Cafe

May 12th, 2008

This photo reminds me of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks, and it makes me remember how much I enjoy late-night conversation over bottles of wine, being convinced that you are changing the world or at the very least, changing your life, as you volley ideas and just-plain- gossip back and forth. A night when you overcome the distance between being human. The kind of evening when you decide to go to Paris for the first time even though you should be putting that money in  your 401k or when you vow to go home and start a novel or quit your job or learn to knit. A night when all the elements click together like the solution to a Rubik’s Cube and in retrospect you say, “remember when we played scrabble in the  bar on Halloween and the guy was hitting his girlfriend and we called the cops but they let them go home together,” or “remember when we decided to go skinny dipping instead of going home and there was phosphorescence in the ocean and it was clinging to our arms?” It’s nothing you can plan and everything you want a night out to be. It’s an after-hours miracle.

3 Responses to “The Night Cafe”

  1. Anonymous says:

    I am flooded with memories of late-night pub conversations. They were EVERYTHING, once. Your description makes me hungry for a life that would include them again. How? Are we too old? Do I have to move to a neighborhood where I can walk to a local bar instead of worrying about traveling home DUI? Should I ignore the link between alcohol and breast cancer? I want to NOT KNOW what I know. . . or I want to feel that it doesn’t apply to me. (I’m pretty sure that’s how I felt in the old days.) This post has left me with such a yearning for an “after-hours miracle.”

    Diane

  2. Anonymous says:

    First off I want to say that I am so happy that you referenced the picture to “Nighthaws” and not “Boulevard of Broken Dreams.” I think that these conversations or great memories have to happen at night in the cafe. They can be in a park or at a friend’s house with a nice bottle of wine (preferably red) and just enjoying the memories that are being made. Keep dreaming and living!