A story that has to be told…

One of the funnest 24 hours of my life took place during the summer of 2012. It started at about 10 at night. My friends and I were hanging out in anticipation of the Yankee   game we were going to the next day. As the night wound down, we thought about going to bed, and then we thought that wouldn’t be fun. So we went to the diner at “two fifty in the f*cking morning,” still a phrase we use today. We had to sneak out to go to the diner, and the adrenaline rush was amazing, that’s probably what stopped me from falling asleep while eating my chicken fingers and fries. Eventually we went back to my friend’s house and slept. The next morning we got up and went off to New York City. The weather was beautiful and the seats were great. I got a ball from the bullpen from one of the pitchers. It was so much fun. Even though the Yankees lost, it was still an amazing day. That night when I finally laid down, the pure exhaustion I felt showed me how amazing that day was. I became closer with my friends and it made me realize I shouldn’t take them for granted. This day was full of laughs, food, and bonding with my bestfriends.