The noise from the teenagers went on pretty much until 2 or 3 in the morning. This morning, Doug, Evan and I tripped over teenagers for hours before we talked them into getting up and starting the day. We started out with good intentions to make some progress on Sarah’s project at the middle school, but Doug declared the work finished with an abrupt “Everybody to the car! Now!” I’ll let him tell that story (with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that). We made our way to the climbing center where Doug stood around waiting for the rest of us to be trained as belays. After my finger got sucked into the anchor, I suggested some sort of wrist sized Elizabethan collar to protect novices from this injury, but both Doug and the employee teaching us rolled their eyes at me. When one of the girls had the same thing happen to her, I repeated my suggestion and they pretended not to hear me speaking. After Doug talked me into making a barefoot climb, I realized that no one had told me how to get down. With everyone in the gym screaming directions at me, I eventually made my way down. We played taxi for all the girls, made a quick stop at Target and came home to survey the damage from 24 hours of party. Is it too early to go to bed?