“The fact that we can buy blue body paint on DoorDash and nobody bats an eye is sort of amazing,” James says as he walks back into the bedroom with a small paper bag. “Yeah,” I agree. “But did you also get the horns?” He gives me a look, “no because it’s not Halloween.” I shrug, “then it spoils the illusion.” He stares as me for a second before leaving the room and coming back several minutes later with an army helmet that has a pair of long horns sticking from it. “How about this?” I cock my head as I watch him put it on, “I guess that will work. You’ll just have to buckle it tightly.” He grins, “just don’t tell George I borrowed this.” “Yeah, why does he even have that?” I ask. Not that I was surprised. That helmet was the least weird thing in this house. James laughs, “he said it was part of his renaissance outfit. He called it Battle Minotaur.”I shake my head at the image of George in fuzzy pants and horns with army paint all over him. “Now that I think about it, Annie pr

The next day Annie and I were sent out into the wilds of Sydney to find the tent that the boys said we must have. After hitting up three sporting goods stores yesterday, none of which had the elusive tent, the boys had finally given up and decided to head home. Now the living room looked like a sporting store and we’d left the boys to divide everything up and to make a list of what we still needed. Annie had made a girls list and had begrudgingly added the tent to the bottom. Our first stop was to a pharmacy, much to my surprise. She lead the way towards the counter and towards the very old man behind it. He smiles warmly when we get to him and asks, “good morning ladies. How may we help you today?” Annie looks behind him at the shelves and asks, “how many emergency contraceptives do you have?” The man’s warm smile slowly fades into a puzzled smile, “we have many different brands.” “My girlfriend and I are going on a two week camping trip with our boyfriends and you kno