Category Archives: Out On the Town

Spontaneous beach parties are always more fun at midnight.

When last night began, no one thought that anything too exciting would happen. We were just going to have a small kickback at our house, nothing special, just a few drinks and a few friends hanging out. After all of us joined our friend Amos on the balcony to end Shabbat with Havdalah, we went inside and mingled. Ethan went straight to his room and entertained a few of us with his guitar, others took a few shots of whiskey. As it got later, we noticed a steady stream of people walking past our house towards the beach, the opposite direction that people normally go at that time of night. So naturally, we followed.

As we walked down the dark dirt path, the air was buzzing with excitement and curiosity. No one knew exactly what was going on, they had just gotten word that there was some sort of party on the beach. As we got closer, I could see strobing lights up ahead. We began to hear a pounding bass line rustling through the trees when we suddenly saw people stopping and climbing down the cliff. Following their lead, we made our way down in the dark, somehow without getting hurt. Then we saw it. A mass of people in the ruins on the beach known as jailhouse. Everyone was dancing…which meant a lot of pushing, falling, and yelling in a small area. We stayed awhile and then decided we’d better leave before the cops showed up to shut everything down. It turned out that it was a good thing we did, because one of the party attendees ended up getting robbed and stabbed that night. (This town has gotten sketch in the last few months!)

We all got separated on the way back, so a few of us went back to Amos’ house, since it was between the beach and ours. We hung out for awhile before Brianna made her way there to tell us an outrageous story about how Trevor had narrowly escaped the law. Relieved, we all hung out on the couch eating late night bagels and talking about our bucket lists until Young Wesley, Trevor, and Camry showed up. Not long after they arrived, Camry took Trevor home, and everyone but Brianna, Ethan (who had passed out by this point), and I were left. Brianna and I started our walk home not too long after, combing the road for my lost earring (it had fallen out while Dane and I raced to the beach and I had to find it…they were from my junior prom!).

We were walking back, and out of nowhere, we saw Jameson’s mass of brown curly hair walking in the opposite direction. As we drew closer, we saw him shaking his head. He looked at us and simply said, “I hit him” and kept on walking. Brianna and I were stunned, but let him walk by, knowing we would be home shortly and would surely know what he meant soon. We walked into the house and saw Young Wesley running down the stairs, cursing and bleeding from his chin. He left to the laundry room, with Noella, Camry, and Trevor in tow. Young Wesley, angry and hurt, lashed out. After a heated argument between a few people, Brianna, Camry, Noella, and I headed back up stairs. After awhile, we heard a lot of noise coming from downstairs. We walked down only to find them nowhere in sight. Ten minutes later we discovered them in one of the rooms, the screen off the window from climbing in, and Trevor smoking a cigarette. Not long after that, we heard angry mutterings about Jameson, and they were gone. They came back an hour later and were incredibly cryptic about their whereabouts. We all went to bed not knowing what had happened, and I still don’t know. I would have asked them today, but to be entirely honest, I’m not sure if they would know either.

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Round Two.

On Saturday, after a day of homework, Crystal and I headed to the liquor store again. This time we had a much harder time deciding what to drink.  We narrowed it down to Vodka, and the cashier suggested Skyy. It ended up pairing perfectly with the sparkling cranberry juice I had hiding in the back of my fridge.

It was nearly nine o’clock when we began to pour shots at the kitchen counter. Ethan and Dane were strumming on their guitars, belting out the hits. Travis slowly and diligently drummed on the cajon, spacing out into a quieter world.

Crystal and I had taken a few shots when the house began to fill with people. A little while later, another boxing match broke out on the front lawn. We ran to the balcony and the mansquare to watch, climbing carefully over the railing. Crystal got precariously close the edge as we cheered the contenders on. Renae began fighting with a random girl off the street who kept hitting her in the face, despite a no face shots rule being called out. So Renae began to dole out a few face shots as well, and the random girl quickly backed down, leaving the driveway in a hurry.

After hanging and drinking awhile longer, a big group of us left to walk around. This didn’t last long, though. One kiss later (between two people in the group that would surprise you — yes, they’re going to remain unnamed), the group separated. Travis and his friends went off in one direction while Crystal and I followed the rest of the boys to a party. Once there, everyone turned around, not actually wanting to deal with the crowds. They began to walk back as we trailed behind, trying to get a hold of Travis to find out what party he was headed to. We ended up coming back home, where there was inevitably more guitar playing. A guy who’s been around a couple of times but whose name I do not know happened to pick up Ethan’s guitar. He strummed furiously, showing off in an all too obvious way. After a few hours of listening to a friend of Travis going on and on about something, we all decided to help get Ethan to bed. Crystal and I tried picking him up from his position on the couch, but he just thrashed about, hitting our faces and refusing help. That woke him up, though, and he went downstairs to hang out with Travis and Aaron. In an attempt to escape Travis’ chatty friend, I headed to bed.

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Deltopia

The celebration of “Deltopia” brought more chaos to our house this past Saturday. Formerly known as “Floatopia”, the event used to consist of residents and out-of-towners flocking to the beaches for a day filled with sunshine, drinking, and floating in the ocean. After 2009, my freshman year, it got shut down due to people falling off of the cliffs, people throwing beer bottles and giving others concussions, and the beaches getting trashed. Since then, “Deltopia”, a mini-version in the streets, has reigned.

Our house filled with more randoms during the day, getting dirtier by the minute. Nala and I spent the day walking up and down the street before sitting on our front lawn to people watch. We also managed to ice Travis….twice. For those who don’t know what “icing” is, it’s the drinking game made for bros where you trick a bro into finding a Smirnoff Ice. When he finds it, he’s required to chug it no matter the situation. It was hilarious.

That evening, a few more fights broke out. A random drunk guy wandered into our house, and when asked to leave, he grabbed an empty beer bottle and prepared to smash it over Travis’ head. Another party-goer that Travis had just met earlier that day rushed to his side and pulled out a knife. This of course sent the unwanted guest running down the stairs. Travis did his fair share of kicking people out that night, including the banishing of the lone creepy guy passing out nitrous canisters to everyone he could. A few minutes after he left, he sprinted back up the stairs, as if no one would see him coming back in. He was a strange sight.

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The Commencement of Spring Quarter

Spring break flew by, but I know it’s been ages since I’ve blogged. Now that the most exciting quarter of the year has begun, I hope to have a ton of stories to share.

The house remained in tact over the break, with only a few minor issues. The scent of decomposing skunk in the front yard and burning rubber in the dryer permeated the house and filled it for a few days, including the one day I spent back here in the middle of the week in between San Francisco and Vegas. I heard that the house was a disaster previous to this, but I never got a chance to see it before it was cleaned. After emptying a can of aerosol air freshener throughout the house, concentrating it in the garage, Crystal, Nala, Trevor, and I left for Vegas, where house extension/friend Jameson later joined us.

Vegas was filled with drinking, gambling, clubbing, male strip clubs, creepy old guys, losing wallets and phones, little sleep, and lying by the pool. It was a ton of fun.




Here’s to a new and exciting quarter!

 

 

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