Party at Shamilla's house

I only had to work from 3 to 7 PM today but it still felt like a very long shift. I was working at Overboard again and just like Thursday, it was pretty quiet in the store.
When I was finally done, I went to the supermarket, which was just about to close. The employer let me in though and I quickly grabbed a few snacks for the BBQ tonight. Then I took the next bus and went to Shamilla's house.
When I arrived, the party had already started. There were many people I knew from my time at the hostel and it was great to see them all again. We played some frisbee drinking game on the big lawn in front of the house, althogh I only started drinking a bit later. Even though I was bad at throwing and catching the frisbee, it was quite fun. After the game, the chicken legs were done and I ended up eating too many of them since I was really hungry from my shift at the gift store. To be fair I only asked for a second chicken leg with the words 'I'm starving' but apparently the guy on the BBQ grill took a pity on me and gave me three legs right away. I still had a forth chicken leg a bit later. While I was eaiting, Jay was trying to catch a deer that had come close to the house. He didn't succeed but the deer still dared to come close to the house a few times after that.
When it was getting dark, we went inside. I mostly just sat on the couch, chatting with several people while some others played ping pong. In the end, they persuaded me to play a bit, too, even though I knew that I was pretty bad at it.
Shortly before 11, the owner of the houe (which by the way has about 40 people living in it!) asked us in a not too friendly way too leave because there were people who had to work the next day. Some people had planned to go to Downtown to party around 11 anyway so it wasn't to bad. I decided not to join them, though, as I was a bit exhausted from work and had too much stuff with me, which would have been annoying.
 

When I arrived home, Katrina wasn't there yet and Margot was sitting in the kitchen, so I ended up chatting a bit with her. I told her about my bad experiences in France when I was in sixth grade and she was horrified by that. Consequently she assured me that French people usually were not like that.