Girls Rule Boys Drool
Girls Rule Boys Drool
Estrogen levels were high tonight. With almost all the girls in Operation Dabangg, the evening was filled with Hire's burgers, questionable party games, and tributary henna.
The night started off at Hire's with greasy food and discussing the new Stranger Things episodes. From here, we broke off and met back up at the Ford home where we cracked open a bag of sour patch watermelons and did what any group of teenage girls would at a sleepover.
Now, you may not know this, but, prank calling is most definitely an art. You have to know the right people to call, which number to call from, and if you're Gracie you can't call anyone because *67 only works for so long before the victims begin to catch on. The highlight of our prank calling careers was when we had 3 phones calling 3 different people, and when they answered, the phones were set up so the kids on the line could hear each other talking. While 2 of the kids realized they knew each other, and started up a conversation, the poor third boy just could not figure out what was going on, and why there were so many people trying to talk to him at once. After a solid 5 minutes of "what? I can't understand you when you're all talking at once", he finally got a clue and hung up, thus ending our gloriously successful 3 way phone conversation.
Once the chatting had for the most part subsided, and we convinced Gracie that "Decedents 2" was a terrible movie choice, "The Longest Ride" was turned on, and we practiced our henna skills on each other. One by one, most of the girls dozed off in their fairly cramped positions on the floor while 5 of us tried our best to fit on the couch. It was rough but we made it work for the most part.
The next morning, we woke up bright and early and headed over to the church to begin packing our humanitarian duffels. The boys had arrived early to set up a line of bags with supplies piled up on one side. We definitely beat the West Bengal kids because of our very efficient layout (and quick moving leaders), but it didn't really matter cause everyone got breakfast anyway. Once the food was in our bellies, we briefly discussed some details on our last meeting before we said our goodbyes, and went our separate ways with just 13 days until our departure date.