Journal, Day 13

This morning greeted us harshly. The females were given the sweet luxury of sleeping in, whilst the males were to rise slightly after dawn. Catching extra sleep during our transportation was a necessity.
 
The past weekend was a blur of festivities and chaos. Our kindly benefactor planned a soiree to note the aging of the eldest of us. We, at times, bitterly complained and argued over the preparations, even evoking threats to cancel the celebration. We would then ask for certain specialty items, such as ice cream sprinkles, which created angst. We resorted to writing pleading messages on the shopping lists we provided her, even in foreign tongues, hoping she would she reason and provide those things most coveted.
 
We celebrated the coming of age with a large group of hormonal beasts we call friends. Over twenty of us gathered at one point to eat mass quantities of beet hummus, chips, dip, and pizza. The eldest child had his face pushed into a gelatinous mass, and we roasted marshmallows to make sandwiches over a fire. It was all very wild and wonderful.
 
Eight of us spent the evening slumbering beneath the stars and spread across our casual living space. We were still celebratory when our benefactor finally fell asleep at 0245. We were also kind enough to wake her at 0830, just guaranteeing she would receive slightly less than six hours of sleep. Another benefactor kindly brought us burritos, and we gathered around the moving picture box to watch the show our party was designed to replicate. Twas a wonderful experience, although our modest living space is still in throes of disaster. We may or may not decide to assist with its clean up on this quickly arriving Monday.

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