Themed date last Saturday: James Bond. After arriving in nice cocktail dresses and going out to dinner, my friend and I (double date) were informed that we should change into jeans because the second part of the date would be repelling off of the third floor of our apartment complex with water guns in hand.
Apparently they had warned all our roommates ahead of time, so the majority of our ward ended up coming outside and taking pictures (well, mostly just laughing at us).
Between this and the spice girls act, I'm not sure how I have any friends.
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