high fructose corn syrup

I walked around a lot today.
I didn't enjoy any of it until this evening, on my last trip home for the day - partly because I didn't have to hurry, but mostly because the humidity level had finally let up (somewhat). The streets were still wet with all the rain we've had lately, and all the street lights and holiday lights reflected off the pavement. The air smelled something like a carwash, mixed with the scent of restaurants cooking various food - for some reason, I thought of nights in Arizona. Even though the town was tiny, I always loved walking at night time there, too - nothing exciting ever happened, but it seemed like it could once the sun went down and the few neon signs came on.
My senior year, if it wasn't too cold and no one's parents were out of town, darkness meant that it was time for high schoolers to gather on the golf course and drink - whether you were underage or not. Being twenty-one there didn't carry much weight (it mostly meant you could buy alcohol for your younger friends), since there were two bars and neither one was really a desirable place to spend your time. Once, on the green, I saw two guys chug a beer and have a puking contest. Who won (or what the point was), I don't remember, but I do recall a very drunk young girl who slipped on the damp grass and fell into their contest remnants.
I can't imagine how exciting it must be to walk at nighttime in a real city. I wonder how the magic compares.

Plans for tonight:
-Attempt video project
-Distract Bear while he's trying to study for a really important final that I cannot even comprehend the subject matter of (calculus)
-Look over drawings I brought home from my locker
-Stare at the tickets I received in the mail (LOUIS XIV AND HOT HOT HEAT! Oh, and Editors.)
-Pass out after the effects of my earlier energy drink wear off