Dinner Party

Last night we had a dinner party at our house, but we didn't intend to have one.

One of my roommate's friend, Cindy, comes to camp each spring to work for a couple of weeks. She can in yesterday, the boy who is always over at our house picked her up from the airport. Her, not knowing that my roommate is super angry at him, and me not talking to him arrange for all of us to have dinner today.

AWKWARD!

The night started with the crew coming over an hour later than expected (which we expected since that is the boy who is always at our house's trademark) My roommate told them to grab a vegetable on their way into camp for dinner. They went to the Mexican market and bought BAGS of groceries. They had so many things, foreign things that I didn't know what to do with. After preparing an epic fruit and salad to go along with my roommate's main dish we sit down to eat. While we were prepping dinner, it was easy for us to cover that we weren't talking to the boy who always comes over, but while we were eating dinner, Cindy asked him why he was so quiet. He gave some lame answer like, "I'm tired" but my roommate and I knew it was entirely because he was aware that we were mad at him.

After dinner, he laid on our living room floor with his eyes closed.

I only spoke one thing to him. I told him that I would wash the table. I didn't want him to wipe all the salad pieces that didn't make it into the bowl onto the floor.

That's it. We haven't talked for over 2 weeks now. And I think the words I spoke don't even count.

It is weird and uncomfortable to have someone at your house that you aren't speaking to.