In December, I went to more Christmas parties than I have done in years.
That’s not because I’d suddenly become popular – oh no – it’s because you didn’t really have them in China, mainly because the only role for Christmas was to extract cash from expats who were missing home than to celebrate the actual occasion.
Anyway, there was one week where I was out till 3am on two consecutive nights.
I know … I know …
What made it even more amazing is that on both following mornings I had to be up at 5:30am which meant I had a total of 5 hours sleep over 48 hours.
Once upon a time I would have been fine with that.
Well, maybe not fine – but I could have managed. But this time, I felt like I had literally been run over by a truck.
So much so that when I went out for lunch with an old Wieden [NIKE] colleague that weekend, I apparently spent so much of our time telling him how knackered I was, that he sent me this.
Nice huh?
Prick.
Which all goes to explain why the thing I look forward to the most at weekends these days – after doing my fatherly duties of running around an insanely energetic 3 year old for a few hours – is sleeping rather than partying, which also explains why this post from 2014 is even more relevant today than it was then.
Have a great weekend.
Zzzzz Zzzzz …