A Mini Adventure

When I was in college we did a lot of crazy things. One of my favorites was waiting until about midnight and then zipping on over to the local Krispy Kreme. My friends and I would each pick up a quart of milk (in a glass bottle) on our way, and when we got there, we'd buy a dozen hot donuts. The glaze was perfect. The combination of the hot donuts and the cold milk made for an outstanding midnight snack. Back then I could eat all the donuts I wanted and not gain an ounce. I also could scarf down quite a few before getting full. No more. But I get ahead of myself. Last night I watched the 1935 version of Mutiny on the Bounty with Clark Gable. When the movie ended, Paul said, "I can't keep my eyes open; I'm going to bed." I told him I was going to stay up and watch some more television and read a bit about Pitcairn Island on the Internet, something I haven't done in a while. At 10:45 my cell phone began to ring. "What the?" I thought. "It must be Rachael or Jessica." I glanced at the number and it was neither. My neighbor, Greg, was on the other end of the line waiting for me to pick up. When I answered, he said, "What are you doing?" I told him and he said, I'm sitting in my car right outside your office window. I saw the light on and decided you might still be up. When I left downtown after performing at a concert, I noticed that Krispy Kreme had its "Hot Donuts" sign lit. I'm going to get some donuts. Why don't you and Paul come with me?" I told him Paul had already gone to bed, but I'd see if I could rouse him. I tiptoed into Paul's room and he was already snoring loudly. "Paul?" I queried in a tentative voice. "WHAT?!??" he jumped up. I explained the situation and he told me to go enjoy myself. So I climbed into Greg's car and we laughed all the way to the donut shop. Inside--I'd NEVER been to the Krispy Kreme here in Greenville--my nose was met with the aroma of HOT DONUTS! Hooray! I bought two and Greg bought two and we sat on round stools to eat them. The first one was so good that I swooned. When it came time to eat the second one, I had to force myself. Well, "force" is too strong a word. There was no way I was going to allow a hot glazed donut to go to waste. I ate it with gusto, but my tummy complained when I was finished. After buying a few donuts for Paul's breakfast, we came back home. It was a lovely cool summer's night and even though it was dark, you could tell it hadn't been that long since the sun set. This little adventure was so much fun and it helped me take my mind off the fact that it was June 22nd ... the WORST day of the year. Why? Because the 22nd of June marks the day when the amount of sunlight begins to grow shorter. From December 22 on, I can tell myself that the days are getting longer and it makes me so happy. Now I know that the days are growing shorter. I try not to think about it.