In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

Someone asked me today whether I was a night person or a morning person. Although i'd never given it much thought before, I responded that I am a night person posing as a morning person. So now I'm trying to figure out why I shy away from the night. For one, while it's full of pleasant surprises the night presents too many distractions (which I'll leave unmentioned in the hopes that my blog might be read in India). Remembering back to my halcyon days in high school, when I roamed Va Beach with the other night hawks flitting from diner to diner, I never really knew when to stop. Three, four, five in the morning? The other problem with the night is that nothing is ever open. So you're really limited to bars, diners, and wal-mart. Although, I must admit that wal-mart can be a cornacopia of fun after staying up all night, especially once you've mastered the art of alternating playing with toys and hiding from the employees. So how does one cope with nostalgia for the night? Should I just embark on the occasional all-nighter or even the sleepless 3 day binge?