At about 4 we stopped at a diner tired and slap happy. Most of us had to be woken up.

I really want to remember this diner. It was mostly chrome on the outside. Inside I had a nice big orange juice and a piece of Baklava. I did the math and realized that somewhere in Turkey Amanda could be having the same thing for lunch right then.

As we all woke up we came to realize how much fun we were having. The waitress brought John more and more coffee and we found ways to make jokes.

The narcoleptic-nick-joke: "Boy guys, I really love getting out and seeing diners like thi----ssnnnnghghghgnkkkk." "Oh boy, panca-----ssnnhghhghgkkk." "Well since my baby left m---snkkghghghkkk."

If I ever become a comedian, I want to play shows at 4 am diners, because there was really nothing funnier right then than drinking water, staring at someone, and pouring it down your lap.

We paid the check and I looked back at our table. A sticky plate of my backlava. The rest of JD’s scorned "Chalklate" cake. Nick’s dinner meal, with only the carbohydrates left. Johns toast that was covered in water that came from both of our mouths in a joke that we swore was hilarious.

John got a to go cup for his fifth glass of coffee and we left for home.