Wednesday night we had dinner at a local vegetarian restaurant where we exchanged glances at the waitress calling us all goddesses. Thursday night we went downtown to the bars and clubs and took it all in. After some free bottle service, a couple too-expensive drinks, and watching the random hook-ups around us, we called it a night a little after 1:00am.
Friday and Saturday night were typical…consisting of parties mostly dominated by Travis and Wesley’s much younger friends. Travis would not stop peeing off of the balcony…he had already done it twice in an hour and was attempting to expose himself for a third time before I pushed him into the nearest bathroom. Later on, he drunkenly learned different martial arts moves from the Albertson’s sushi guy, who had somehow made it to our house to party. Apparently, Ethan and a few other house members are quite the regulars there. After enjoying some good conversation on the balcony and in the living room, much of the remaining partiers left for Freebirds. All except for Wesley of course, who I saw later on the couch asleep with a random girl (He lamented the fact that he had fallen asleep, but at least the whole experience took his mind off of his other girl problems).
Today was a fairly laidback day…minus the fact that Travis was, for the third time this week, playing snappa in the front yard in a too-tight speedo. We woke up this morning to the smell of fresh bagels and onions — a few friends were making a ton of their newly invented “Buddha Bowls” for the crowd at the festival in the park across the street from our house. Our house was full of people enjoying mushroom feta and barbeque chicken in hollowed out bagels until the late afternoon. A few of us walked over to the festival enjoyed one of the favorite local bands, Givers and Takers. After a fantastic set, a funky DJ came on, and the rest of the festival consisted of dancing in the sun.
Minus the confrontations between Renae and Travis over his incessant party hosting, and poor Renae getting her ipod and money stolen from her, the craziness of the house seemed to stay at it’s normal level. We’ll see how next weekend goes with St. Patrick’s Day, another great excuse to drink too much. But with finals right around the corner, many of us are hoping it will be a mellow two weeks!