midnight madness

K and M burst in the front door to find me with M, mid-meeting, all things Martha Stewart spilling out onto the table. Minutes later, (minus M) the Bryan Ave ladies were on a midnight quest, with no particular task at hand except to time our walk from Bryan to the "Junction." For all intents and purposes, it was our first midnight outing of the summer. K's camera at the ready, we took more pictures than planned, but how could we not when there's a giant statue atop a pile of granite boulders begging to be scaled by flip-flopped feet?
We've grown quite accustom to our triumvirate - finishing each other's sentences (or at least interrupting at proper intervals). We justify midnight sugary snacks and later-than-usual bedtimes for the sake of togetherness. We know each other's routines (or lack thereof, in some cases. Well, in one case) and laugh at our "quotes of the week" as I run from the basement to scribble them on the chalkboard.
We arrived home with a fews things accomplished: several talking pictures, stubbed toes, slightly bruised egos after being snubbed by P (he'll pay for it later) and the hours of the Snow Shak filed away in our heads. Who knew there was so much to explore just blocks from our abode? We've got the whole outing documented, including some new priceless quotes for the chalkboard. Kas, you're the most beautiful butterfly I've ever seen. Mare thanks for the company in the jungle. Also, maybe you should re-think the whole "handle"- contact habit. Just a thought.