who let the crazees out... who? who? who?

So last night... I went for a walk with a friend at like midnight... First we walked to this park and looked at the stars.... then we walked to the ruins in St. B and sat and got creeped out by the cemetery and the mass quantity of drunk people that just converged onto the ruins within minutes. Then... we walked some more.

And then I dared her to lie down on the middle of the road. Not a busy road, mind you, because it was 1 am by this time and it's not a busy road to begin with.. but she's not the daredevil type. She's not the crazy, let's play knock-knock-ginger type. She's a musician. She's smart. She's not like me. So anyways, I dared her to, and maybe because it was late... or maybe because I used the "you only live once" line... to which she could have answered, "I don't want that to be over now!!", but she didn't. We lay down in the middle of the road!!

For all of two seconds before we both panicked and got up and ran to the sidewalk of safety. Even though there were no cars out on that street. It was great fun... and adrenaline-rushing... and then she drove home and I went to bed. Such was my night last night, after I was supposed to be relaxing on the couch at home. Good times had by me!