Me, Ann and Kriza decided we'd go to a tea room on Friday - specifically to the Flower Tea Room. In the school on Friday, a42 invited us to a pub, but we had already decided, though I was quite tempted to go with him - if I had nothing to do, I'd surely go. We persuaded Vera, Bzochi, Maf, Aja and Lan to go as well, but as usually almost none of them came - Vera and Maf went to the pub (I'll have to ask them, how it was), Bzochi helped her mother get rid of lice (at least Kriza told us so), Aja missed the meeting time with us and couldn't call Ann, as Ann turned off her cellphone (or turned the volume down so that she couldn't hear it, I'm not sure now), and she found out Aja had been calling to her just nearly an hour later. However I'm happy to say Lan came, though a bit later.
First we talked mostly about everyday topics (school) and also about the upcoming Laupi's birthday party (going to be held next weekend). I also enjoyed the atmosphere. I can't describe it, I just enjoy the company of those two, even when talking scarcely.
Then Lan came. We again found out something about her and I must admit she seems to me still more and more as full of surprises. For example I was told people behaving, speaking and looking like me are called "grandfather" in Vietnam. I'm still not sure how should I take it...
When the tea room was closing, we accompanied Lan home, so at least we now know where she lives. We all hope hope her mother let her go to the Laupi's party, but her mother seems quite unpredictable in this and obviously she fears for Lan quite a lot - which I understand, this is rather new environment for her and Lan told us she even doesn't speak Czech. Obviously, it'll be quite difficult for us to make a good impression on her, if we meet her.
Then me, Ann and Kriza went to my home to sleep here. The way was rather unpleasant, as it was quite cold and it took ages for bus to arrive.
Concerning the sleepover, it was...interesting. I'm still confused about it, I may scribble about it later.
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