My friend has a new boyfriend. I keep telling this story to everyone I know, because I think it's funny.
So, my friend Kat has a new boyfriend, his name is Will. Seems like they're pretty serious, because last weekend he took her to meet his parents. While they were there, Will's friend had a house party, which they went to. Apparently, Will's friends have a tradition; when it gets dark they turn the lights out and play sardines. I'm not sure if they've never really left adolescence, but that's not the point.
(If you've never played sardines, it's like backwards hide and seek, one person hides, and when you find them you have to get into their hiding place with them. Like I said, kinda weird for adults to play.)
After a few fun-filled rounds of sardines, Will and Kat decided to spend some quality time in a big cupboard, doing whatever it is that couples do when they hide in cupboards in the dark. While there, Kat mentioned to Will that this cupboard was a really ideal hiding place, because you could get up onto the ceiling, and brace yourself against the walls, in a sort of Buffy-esque way. Nobody would ever find you there, they decided.
Next morning, Kat and Will asked Will's friends why nobody had come to look for them in the cupboard. They were kindly told that of course it was unthinkable to disturb a couple in a cupboard, doing whatever it is that couples in cupboards do. A conversation followed which I imagine as going something like this:
Kat: That cupboard would be a really great sardines hiding place, because you could get up on the ceiling like Spiderman.
Will's friend: *makes suspicious noises*
K: What?
WF: Well, actually, I was on the ceiling while you were in the cupboard.
K: What?? Why didn't you say something?
WF: *mumbles a little* Didn't like to interrupt...
K: But not even when we were talking about how cool it would be to hide on the ceiling?
WF: Yeah, when you said that I had to try so hard not to laugh that I think I dribbled down your top...
K: Oh, I thought that was Will.
Will: What? Since when have I ever dribbled down your top?
By this point in the story-telling I was laughing so much that she wouldn't tell me anymore (although why she expected me to take her seriously I'll never know), so I don't know how it ended. I'll leave it to your imagination and mine!
If there's a moral to the story I think it's 'don't sneak into cupboards to make out without checking that there's not anyone hiding on the ceiling'.
Or perhaps 'don't sneak into cupboards to make out and then tempt fate by talking about people hiding on the ceiling like Spiderman'.
Anyway....