The youngest recounts the misunderstandings and underestimations that led to his party being double the approved size
It feels like the last night of summer: the air is still warm when my wife and I get home from a night out. The sky is clear, the street is quiet, and there are 12 young people shrieking in our kitchen.
“Hello!” my wife says, striding into the room and extracting half a bottle of wine from the fridge. Some of the young people wave; others jump to attention, eyeing the nearest exits.
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