The time that comes to mind when I think about staying up so
late that everything becomes funny is when I was in Scottsdale two years ago.
My parents, my best friend Devynn, and her parents, and myself were walking
around old town late at night after dinner. Even though it was dark except for
the lights in stores and streetlights it was still warm out, so our moms
suggested we go for a nice long walk. And boy did they regret it. About halfway
through the walk Devynn and I started giggling for no apparent reason. We ran
ahead of our parents yelling random things and laughing our butts off.
Generally our parents got us together because I calm Devynn down and she gets
me to come out of my shell a little, but I had drunken my weight in coke at
dinner and was on a caffeine high. After a while our mums called us back so
they could take our picture. They had seen a mannequin dressed as a cowboy that
a store owner had put out to attract business and wanted to sit with it. We
managed to stay still for three seconds so they could take the picture until
Devynn shouted,
“Let’s take one with that mannequin over there!” then we
were running towards another dark outline of a person. About halfway to said
object we realized that that it was an actual person and burst into laughter
again. Then we ran to another part of the sidewalk and stared playing sweet and
sour with the people passing in cars. Even though we must have looked insane we
got quite a few people smiling and waving back. Eventually we got back to the
car and had to say our goodbyes. After that I remember thinking I was way too excited
to go to bed and would be awake all night. But when we got back I was asleep the
second my head hit the pillow.
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