You don't go to IHOP at 3AM for scrambled eggs and bacon. At least, that's not the life I want to live. No, you go to IHOP at 3AM for cupcake pancakes with a Reddi-Wip smile and a warm cup of hot chocolate. You go for explosive laughter for tired eyes for falling in love. You go to IHOP at 3AM for memories that will last a lifetime and friendships you hope will never end. IHOP at 3AM is for drowning your worries in blueberry syrup. For being alive. For being human.