Llamas!

Happy llama, sad llama, totally rad llama...

It comes up easily four to five times a week, mostly on a Wednesday night. It has become our theme-song, so to speak, adopted randomly after a movie night.

...super llama, drama llama, big, fat momma llama...

I was not part of the original llama grouping, which is a sad moment indeed. It began with Emely, Hannah, Adam, Amy, and Aditya when someone put their hand up in the form of a wolf, to which Adam immediately interjected that it was no wolf but, rather, a llama! Since then, that group, minus Aditya the Defector, has been the llamas.

I, personally, was included several days later on a bus ride to the night market.

...tall llama, short llama, child support llama...

Recently, we decided to form a weekly meeting, our llama dinner. Every Wednesday, we are to meet together and have a grand ol' time. The moment we meet on a Wednesday, hands shoot up in our pseudo-salute followed by singing our llama song.

The past dinner, at the Point Grill–which was awesome by the way, good food at reasonable prices: win–we decided to add more to the song. The third verse is the culmination of a night of crazy laughing, delicious french fries, a great waiter ("So guys, should we tip this guys like 84% or what?"), and more that would be lost on you without context. Now, the tradition has been set. Our llamas are a group forever.

LLAMAS! ...out!