Oh my god. It’s like summer camp in here.  The lights went out and now the giggles have stricken.  Random memories from the day are being shouted out (“Swimmin’ ain’t fuckin’!!!”—Sarah) and drifting half-conversations about banjos and how maracas are an underrated instrument. (“Nice maracas!”) How Puffy P-Diddy-Whatever’s mouth makes a perfect rectangle and hysterical fights over the blankets.  Someone’s going to take a bite out of someone’s ass. 

Antics ensue.