There was a large group of people who had come to my house to play or watch an Iron Chef type competition. I lived in a typical college town house, a little grungy and a little run down. The entrance fee was $10. One of the spectators tore a $20 bill in half to pay their fee.
All of the pantries and the fridge were fully stocked. To play, each team got a scrap of paper w/ 3 ingredients listed. There was a whole pile of ingredient cards on the table. They had a half an hour to make a dish with their ingredients. My housemate and I were the co-judges. After we had sampled the dishes, the spectators were allowed to try.
The first dish presented was a hoagie roll filled with spaghetti-os with a side of linguine in red sauce. The pasta was entwined with something like looked like purple tinsel. Before the other team presented their dish there was a knock on the front door and a group of clueless, slutty looking girls walked in. They asked us about Jeff's party. I told them Jeff no longer lived in this house and that we were having a cooking competition.
After they left I went back inside. There was another knock on the back door. Another group of people tried to come in because they thought this was Jeff's party. I tried locking the back door. The screen door locked but the main, wooden door didn't fit into the jamb. In the process of trying to get that door shut and locked I ended up ripping the door off the hinges.
The next day Jeff stopped by to apologize. He was a very good looking man. He insisted on making it up to me for last night's inconvenience.
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