In an ironic twist of events, it has just been announced that the Maha-rajah (spelling of said word not necessarily correct) has been taken from the camp mafia and redistributed to none other than the girl support staff. That’s right, Godfather. That’s right, High Priest. You can just move your stuff back to the guy’s dorm.
Wyatt’s got to be having a fit right now.
Sadly, the Maha-rajah is not equipped with bathroom facilities as our wonderful little hotel was, but at least it won’t get chockingly hot at night in the spacious two-bedroom apartment we will soon find ourselves in. And it is very close to the teepee bathrooms, which are the cleanest and have the most water pressure. And more than one of us will get to take a shower before the water goes cold. That’s definitely a plus- no more shower rotation! I’m thinking we should figure out some way to easily brush our teeth from this place for people like Sonia and I who have to brush our teeth a million times a day.
Let’s also arm it with air soft guns in case they try to retake it. You just never know about this mafia.