A few days ago, I underwent a right of passage. The experience was neither scary nor dangerous, as you might have imagined it to be. It was, however, extremely crazy. I have never done anything like it before in my life.
First, Dave and I had to blow up about fifty balloons in under half an hour. Then we each had to give some balloons to a random girl and ask her out. I went into a printing Manchester shop and asked the girl at the front desk if she’d go bowling with me. I felt so lame. Dave asked out a girl who was selling handbags in the mall.
After that, we had to sing the national anthem at the top of our lungs in the middle of the parking lot. It was pretty crazy. A lot of people tried to ignore us, but some stopped and watched us, which was embarrassing.