It was tradition –
A night of hard drinking, dancing, verbal jousts
Looking to get lucky, though it never really happened.
Our group of eight – perfectly matched – four men, four women
Friends for years, relationships intermingled.
We were a regular St. Elmo’s Fire – sorta.
At the Greek restaurant, at three A.M.,
We’d laugh and share stories.
Our voices loud with alcohol.
Trudy, our always waitress, getting our orders just right.
We had our bad times, we had our good times, but the camaraderie at 3 in the morning was perfect for building life-long memories.
And when we left,
We left with full bellies and hearts,
Rarely waking in our own beds.