So while our box house is sub-par on many levels, we do have a lot of space, and a pretty nice kitchen. Well, kind of an antiquated kitchen, but it works.
So what does that mean?!?
DINNER PARTY TIME!!! WOOO!!!
Heather and Kristen combined all of our inside jokes into one glorious facebook event. We invited all of the international kids and some actual Brits, and told everyone to bring some sort of food and anybody else we forgot to invite. At first there were only the 4 of us actually living in the house + Kristin.
Eventually about 20 people said they were going to come.
We ended up with about 26. In our tiny little box house.
It was seriously the most epic dinner party ever. We had Lasagna, Cheese and ham pasta, quesadillas, Stir-fry, curry, pizza, potatoes au gratin, and cake and ice cream. How international is that? Good job us!
Everyone had to bring their own plates and cutlery, so most of them just took that home. We didn't trash the place too bad, but we did accumulate an absurd amount of garbage. The cleaning lady is going to think we're out of our minds. Vincent and Scott were nice enough to stick around afterwards and clean up, so they won a special place in all of our hearts.
Afterwards everybody went down to the Union for the pajama party. That's right. Pajama party. Brits love their theme nights. The best part was you could get home and just collapse into bed immediately! It was the best idea ever! For some reason people were dressed up as other things too, Pirates, the guy from Clockwork Orange, one really big guy was dressed as cupid, complete with pink wig and tutu. (Cupid wears a tutu now, who knew?) There was one point in the evening when Heather and I were waiting for the safety bus, and Batman just sprinted past at full speed for the men's toilets. It took a moment for it to register, but it may have been the best thing that has ever happened to me.
So yeah! That was my Wednesday night!
This weekend Heather, Kristin, Magdalena, Caroline, Lydia, Ally and I are going to Liverpool. It's going to be epic. However, conversing with the Liverpudlian man from the Hostel on the phone has forewarned me. I'm not going to be able to understand a damn thing they say there. I thought watching hours and hours of Beatles movies would prepare me, but I thought wrong. I'll write more about that adventure later.
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