Late Nights and Early Mornings

So last night Rob and I were invited to a birthday party of one of Rob's colleagues. We knew that it would start late, so we left the house at nine. We enjoyed a few beer, some very smooth tequila and a whiff of some scorpion vodka (three scorpions in the bottom - drink more than a shot and you'll absorb the character of the scorpions...) ate some cake, sang las mananitas (birthday song) and we were off. As we were leaving at quarter to twelve, everyone began arriving. Ah well; Rob had to get up early for work. Yet the mystery is that so did everyone else, and they were just starting. So after six short hours of sleep we started another day contemplating the wonders of this never-sleeping culture. Or so it seems.