Romanian Invasion

Today was pretty standard, however last night's pub visit yielded great rewards.

On our way back to the flat from The Lamb, which coincidentally has terrific house ale, I saw the word Romania. My dearest roommate from school, Baby Alien (her real name), is a quarter Romanian and she has attempted to teach me Romanian phrases. Unfortunatly the only thing that has caught on is a love of Romanian food, thanks to her grandmother's fantabulous cooking. 

JQ and I noticed that the store was a charity store to benefit Romania. There was also a sign saying they needed volunteers.

So after class this afternoon, we stopped by the store. 

The two ladies who run it were SO excited to see us and hear of our interest in helping them out. 

We have decided to come by once a week after class. We need a letter of recommendation, which we found a bit suprising, but we do look like degenrates so I can't blame them. 

When we had left our contact information and confirmed our first day next week, we looked around the shop. They had a great random selection of fabulous clothes, shoes, and random items.