Friday Night Jams

Tonight was the premiere of Star Wars: Clone Wars, on Cartoon Network. I'm fortunate that everyone in the house, with the exception of Cindy, really likes it. So we ordered some pizza and chilled some Sprite and Cindy fixed chocolate chip cookies. And we had a party.

Liam invited over his best friends from school: Luke, Keoki, and Thomas. The parents thought it was a great idea. I thought it was a great idea. And the boys loved it. It almost worked out, too!

Seeing as it has been nearly 30yrs since I was his age, I'd forgotten that getting four boys together after school and filling them with soda and pizza is a recipe for anarchy. They quickly degraded from watching the show into playing Nintendo, picto-chatting, and seeing who could say, "fart" the most. But hey, they were having a great time. That's all I really cared about.

At some point, they escaped the confines of the house and made a jailbreak into the yard. Pitch black. One of me. Four of them. And they aren't worried about falling down and breaking a hip or fracturing a wrist. So the four monkeys were rocketing around the yard like rabid ballistic missiles. Ultimately, Liam clothes-lined Luke, and they tumbled to the ground. Thomas jumped onto the two of them. And Keoki splashed on the top of the pile. A big tangle of spindly legs and fart jokes.

Good friends. Good food. Good cartoons (for those of use that watched!) And that is how we spent out Friday night.