It's good to be 13 again... or is it?

After a night spent shopping and eating in Park City, me, Kenzi, Racie and Brooke decided to spent the remainder of Friday night eating ice cream and watching a movie. A perfect way to start a weekend if you ask me. We had a few of our guy friends call us to "hang out", but thought shopping and eating with just the girls sounded more fun.

While watching the movie, I get a call from a restricted number. Instantly I know it is our friend Creighton prank calling. Yes. He is 27 and prank calls. Awesome. I press ignore on my phone. Not two seconds later he calls again. I press ignore again. He calls a third time and I decide to answer it. I tell him I am watching a movie and that he should call me back and leave me a message.

About 5 minutes later there is loud banging on Brooke's front door. And then, fireworks. Literally, fireworks. Creighton and his buddies have set off a nice firework display on Brooke's front porch. Now, I should have gotten my camera out to take a picture (because that is what I do), but we were more entertained at the level of interest Brooke's neighbors were taking in this pyrotechnics show - one naked man across the courtyard, and another girl came outside in her skimpies. Really, it was all very entertaining.

We decided that this kind of behavior does not go unnoticed, we devised a plan of attack.

We got outfitted in our black:


Brooke might have fallen off the bed in our attempt to capture this on camera:


We drove to 3 different grocery stores to buy cling wrap (because apparently nothing is open after midnight) and drove to Creighton and Danny's house to begin our night of fun.


C and D have the exact same car, so they both got hit. Amazingly we weren't caught. Well, a pizza mad did drive by when I was on the ground attempting to throw a roll underneath the car....but he was either too high on pizza fumes or just too high all around to care.



Mission accomplished:



As Kenzi and I drive home relishing in our successful vandalizing outing, Creighton calls me. He tells me, "nice job!" As we are chatting I turn the corner of my street and see this:





Kenzi and I couldn't stop laughing. I asked Creighton if he did it, and he denies everything. Kenz and I then think it is our friends Rich and Brandon. However, after interrogating them at church on Sunday, they deny everything. So, who's the culprit, time will tell.