M had his two best friends sleep over last night, in order to celebrate his recent birthday.
They spent the first part of the evening eating pizza and cake and playing a Civil War strategy game, which they converted to a 3-player version by playing North vs South vs West. They also had some music playing, and I was amused to hear the Doctor Who theme song several different times, in addition to some classical opera.
The South won the war around 10:00, at which point we suggested they get washed up for bed and settle into sleeping bags and watch a movie. Their goal was to watch movies they could mock, so M asked if they could watch Harold and Maude. E vetoed it, and M asked why, at the same time one of the other kids asked what it was about. We didn’t want to explain the whole, “teenage boy who keeps faking his own suicide” part of the plotline, so E answered, “It’s about a teenager who falls in love with an 80-year-old woman.”
The look of horror on one boy’s face was absolutely priceless.
The boys watched Buckaroo Banzai instead. I don’t know what time they stopped watching movies, but when I woke up at 1:45 and checked on them, the room was dark and TV was off and they were just talking. When I woke again at 3:30, all was silent.
Civil War: Part II commenced this morning alongside pancakes and bacon, had a brief hiatus while both boys went home, and resumed again when one kid came back for about 5 more hours. We put M to bed at 7:30 tonight, and he was asleep instantly.
So a good time was had by all, and despite our trepidation at having a houseful of stinky teenage boys, the weather was perfect for leaving windows open all night and the house still smells OK. It was also the first birthday gathering M has ever had in which it was not necessary to mop cake off the floor afterwards. Let’s hear it for maturity.