This Is The Story Of The Girls' Sneak-Out

I won't divulge any details of the boys' post-ten-o'clock excursions, but they were the catalyst for ours. Since we are a few years behind, we had to make it a good one.



We sneakily crept down camp' s long, long driveway. We sprinted around corners, darted through shadows, then set up on the balcony of Far East Gifts. Starbucks in hand, we enjoyed our illegal freedom and took scores of post-midnight pictures.







The guzzling portraits:






I was not so good at this.


We mugged it up for a while,





then again hit the streets.








Success! The End.