A Mostly-Calm Weekend (Part 2)

After the soccer game, I went to England and Scotland's flat to hang out. (It's so nice! Every room has the most ornate crown molding.) Melbourne, who'd ditched the soccer match about halfway through in favor of lunch, came over and the guys cooked us dinner! It was maybe made with what I suspect was an overabundance of cinnamon, but it was suuuuper tasty. And the company was great--Melbourne, England (who cooked), Scotland, their other flatmate and another of their friends (whom I do not have codenames for yet, unfortunately, because the other flatmate is from England and their friend is Scottish. I should've known I was going to regret naming them England and Scotland.)

They told a bunch of wonderful, hilarious stories about their previous attempts to cook for friends (all the while hinting that they'd love it if we would reciprocate, which I still need to remember to talk to Melbourne about) and general escapades. For example, there's a girl they know who studied abroad last year and left her stuff at their place rather than put it in storage. She's back in town now, and you know, wants it back.

Except they don't have all of it. Another girl took off with her mirror, they drank the alcohol, a pillow got tossed in the rubbish bin because it was too dirty to have around. Stuff like that. They've decided to solve it by dodging her, of course.

This same girl showed up on their front stoop after dinner. I've never seen so many boys devolve into a tizzy so fast. I mean, I've seen girls do it at sleepovers and stuff back when I was ten or twelve, but three twenty-year-old guys...?

They dove out of the way of the windows, scuttled to the light switches and turned everything off, and then convinced Melbo urne to answer the intercom connected to the front porch so the girl they were dodging might, on the off chance, think she had the wrong building. Melbourne stood at the intercom going, "Hello? Hello? ...Hello?" for several (long) minutes before there was a thump on the staircase.

The guys all jumped, then turned and ran, pushing and giggling, to lock themselves in the kitchen. (Yes, there was a door.)

(And yes, they did eventually come out. But not until she'd left.)