I used to supervise a bunch of college interns at my old job. They would work from 9 to 5, and then they would party from 9 to 5 - nine in the evening until five in the morning. No matter - they were still smart enough to do their jobs. I just had to bust their chops, or I guess my own, by saying that 9 to 5 was when I slept.
So when I suggested to Amy and to her brother that we hit Atlantic City one night, I knew we weren't going to do anything too, too crazy. Indeed, our "9 to 5" consisted of staying up until 9pm and putting $5 into the nickel slots. Well, it was a good time anyway - and we still got home for a good night sleep, and were only a fin lighter for the experience.