My life as the third musketeer

I've never liked the 3 Musketeers bars. After a bite I wonder, why not go the extra mile and get a Milky Way, at least you'll be getting some caramel. With every bite I'm left wondering whats missing, no caramel, not nuts, no peanut butter, no marshmallow... almost any other chocolate bar can offer more than chocolate and fluff. There seams to be only two musketeers in that equation. The french novel by Dumas, featuring Porthos, Athos and Aramis is a Three Musketeers that I can enjoy. I can't remember experiencing an "all for one and one for all" moment, like I did TONIGHT. As all good stories start, my evening began at Skateland. I'd met up with some friends and had my very first roller skating experience. This was my first time at a roller rink and my first time on 8 wheels. We dressed up in 80's garb and as it turns out, I am quite a natural! Afterwards I stopped by a friends house and had my very first cherry pit spitting contest. I'm currently going through a cherry phase. Maybe its because they're on sale at Safeway, or that I'm allergic to artificial cherries, so the real this is refreshing. Regardless of the reason, I'm in cherry mode. My first cherry pit spitting contest was off the tailgate of a truck, unfortunately, I am not a 'natural' spitter. These events seem minor, but they lead up to the big bang. While spitting cherries my friend Matt suggests a run through a cornfield. Caleb and I were the only two both willing and able. We parked a distance from the cornfield and journeyed on in. My initial reaction was a fear of running into snakes, but soon realized that a person within this cornfield would be an even worse alternative. With my huge fear of snakes and even bigger fear of the dark thriving within me, the three of us pressed on, determined to make it from one side of the field to the other. Our search for the end included a couple tries at a human pyramid for direction from the moon, piggy back rides, a couple scare tactics by both boys and several sprints through corny terrain once frightened. When we finally reached the end of the cornfield we had a gutter/river to cross. The boys made it with ease but I hesitated. Both boys helped me across, and it was then that I felt the bond. We had had quite an adventure, risking pesticide poisoning, possible interactions with children of the corn or the Chandler murderer, and fighting back unruly corn stalks, yet we'd had finished our task. Now sooo hot from the still piping Arizona night air, we walked to a nearby fountain. We were swimming around, smacking each other with Matt's wet shirt, throwing me in the lake and plotting revenge when a cop pulled up. Swimming in the fountain is prohibited, or so the sign says, so we figured we were in trouble. The cop then asked us if we'd heard a loud bang. I had, but the boys had not. We came to that disagreement and the cop realized that conversing with us was worthless, he offered us a ride which we then declined. If we sat in his car, he would know we were wet, we'd be caught. Only moments later another cop pulls up, but this time from behind us. He gets out and asks for names, d.o.b's and what not. We were questioned yet again about the bang and then left wet and out of trouble for the crime we just committed. On our journey back we saw a Filibertos, open, 24 hrs!! None of us had our wallets but we were determined to eat. Matt was not permitted to enter, so he sat reading the paper, half naked, in front of Fili B's at 2 in the morning, while Caleb and I worked our magic. We got two free burritos, drinks and choco tacos, but I can't disclose how. After the final walk to the car our journey had ended. My only regret, not riding in the cop car, I've never been before believe it or not.