Let me just begin by saying, I've never gotten as much trouble as I got from the front desk lady at Marco Polo. We spent an hour trying to check in. And with excuse after excuse, she wouldn't let us. I finally had to call in a friend who had to call in her dad to check us in. This was after I got the head of security down, so that we could explain the situation. What an absolute bother.
But we shook those bad vibes and Alyssa strummed songs on Panjee's guitar. I am slightly ashamed to say, we sang One Direction. It's just so gosh darn catchy.
And then I got a wicked little idea to start a pillow fight. Yes, girls actually do have pillow fights at sleepovers.
Raynard found the closet. Which he came out of. Multiple times.
Then we found the phone next to the toilet. But that's another story(;
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