{ 𝕒 } boomerang generation

[theminotaur]

WHO: Residents of Casa Ludgate-Graham & invited guests!
WHERE: Casa Ludgate-Graham
WHEN: Afternoon to evening of Saturday, Aug 8
WHAT: Abigail's 19th (???) Birthday Party!
WARNINGS: Um, Baltimore tbh?

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While technically Abigail is unsure of how old she is -- there are too many missing months between Baltimore and Heropa and more between Heropa and Heropa -- nineteen is close enough and probably makes up for those missing months. Maybe.

But like Jeff said, it's foolproof.

She huffs and puffs about no party, but then Will made that face and she begrudgingly gave in so long as it was just a cook out and there were no streamers or balloons. Which is why the backyard is decked out with fairy lights and Chinese lanterns and a piñata in the shape of a llama, which she is not complaining about, and another in the shape of a bumblebee, which she vaguely protests because bees are good!

Cheeseburgers and hot dogs and chicken and other assorted barbecued meats are on the grill, there are bowls of macaroni salad, potato salad, pasta salad, regular salad, and a truly ridiculous amount of grilled veggies on the table out back. There are coolers full of soda and probably beer, tbh. The other alcohol is inside so the youths won't get it, presumably. At least that's what they're going with. Somewhere in the kitchen is a cake with candles.

Also there are dogs. And raccoons, both adult and funsize. And an impossibly fluffy cat who thinks she's a raccoon by now. But that seems to be the norm at the Ludgate-Graham home.


{ ooc: party post style, y'all. make a top level, tag around, be merry. make shit up on the menu. go cray. }

Comments

[theminotaur]

I've decided on forty-two. I've heard good things about that number. I'm planning a mid-life crisis soon so it seems like a good mid-life number. Especially since in hindsight I should have had it when I was nine.

[ now she can live to be 84! instead of dying when she's 18! these are life goals! ]

[textualhealing]

Forty-two is a fine age to settle on. [Agrees the dude who is only a few months off forty-one and still hasn't made plans for his own midlife crisis. He does have a sports car though so that's sort of getting there...]

Maybe it'd be worth spending a while as you're actual age though. Y'know, before you get the old guys telling you about missing the prime of your youth or some crap. Apparently the teens are great years to live, but all I remember is hormones and the constant battle with puberty.

[theminotaur]

[ her nose wrinkles. ]

My teens were not great years at all.

[ well, they were, aside from the murder thing happening in their cabin and the being murdered thing and the living in a serial killers house thing. lots of things that made the years less golden than they should have been. ]

[textualhealing]

[Serial killing does tend to put a damper on things.]

Hey, forget about it. Being a teen is overrated. I can everything a teen can with less consequences and more money to throw at it. Being an adult is awesome. [Being an adult means he can try and pass over a bag of free weed as a present and not worry about being shouted at by his parents. Best life.]

[theminotaur]

But you have to work. [ her nose wrinkles like she's not the biggest workaholic in the house. she likes her job, she likes being boss! delegating is her jam. ]

[textualhealing]

Ugh, I know right? Find yourself a rich husband or wife, quickly, before it's too late.

[Obviously encouraging gold digging is the most mature and adult of things.]