On Crashing

In your teens and twenties you crash at other people's places a lot. Or at least I did. On a couch, on the floor, on a futon, or maybe even in a bed. Sometimes planned, often not.

I find myself, given my reliance on others for transportation, crashing again. Tonight in fact, for the Super Bowl, I'll be staying at a friend's, for which I am thankful. Instead of deciding late at night, after several-too-many beers, this has been planned in advance. It seems everything needs to be planned in advance. 

Of course unlike those times I remember, the accommodations won't be so spartan.