A Quaint Easter Sunday Potluck Dinner

This past Sunday, our house and the neighbors came together to have a potluck dinner. We weren’t sure it was really going to happen, but by the early afternoon, the neighbors had a giant ham cooking so the rest of us began to work frantically on our own dishes.

Around 7:00 that evening we began to set up. We needed three tables, multiple chairs, a coffee table as a bench, and the couch to accommodate everyone. We used sheets for tablecloths and even found a few candles to use as centerpieces. As people started to bring in their contributions, it was beginning to look more and more like a feast. We had the ham, red and white wine, beer, two types of bread (Hawaiian rolls and a fresh loaf from Whole Foods), potatoes, broccoli, carne asada, sausage, spinach quiche, chicken, beef, and vegetable kabobs, chips and guacamole, an oreo cake, a key lime pie, and a bunch of mini banana cream pies. It was absolutely delicious. Most of us couldn’t remember the last time we’d had so much to eat at once. It was also the first Easter dinner I’ve had since I’ve been away at college, home was always too far to travel for a short weekend.

Hopefully the great success of this dinner will encourage more to come, because that was just too much fun not to do somewhat often.

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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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Young Wesley’s Birthday Rager

Friday night, our house saw possibly one of the biggest ragers to happen here this year. It was Young Wesley’s birthday party, and it was quite the celebration. Tons of people (some friends, but mostly friends of friends and randoms) showed up at the house ready to party. We got Wesley a bottle of cake flavored vodka and melted candles to the top, then lighted it while everyone sang him happy birthday. Wesley’s friend also got a DJ to play on our balcony, complete with lasers. The DJ (who was absolutely terrible) blew a fuse after the first half an hour he played, and then came storming into the garage telling us we didn’t know how to work our own circuit breaker.

The party raged on as people climbed onto our kitchen counters to dance. Randoms continued to flow in and the DJ continued to suck. His set up was so bad that people kept tripping over his cords and cutting the music every ten minutes. When the midnight rolled around and the DJ didn’t stop playing, Nala told him to shut it off so that we wouldn’t get another noise violation. He had agreed earlier to turn off the music on time, but once it actually came time to do so, he didn’t follow through. It took a little bit of angry convincing on Nala’s part to get him to quit, but then the crowd cheered for more. After a few minutes, the DJ turned it back on, and promptly got an earful from Nala. Finally, he stopped, but continued to act like a jerk on his way out, pushing and shoving us as he took his gear to the door.

A lack of music didn’t stop people from partying, but they did begin to get unruly. A couple of small fights broke out on the stairs as the rest of the party clamored to get a glimpse of it. Then another girl followed by a small posse, ran up the stairs claiming that she was called to someone to fight there. She yelled repeatedly that the other girl must be too scared to face her before Travis kicked her and the other angry drunks out.

Inevitably, our house was trashed after all of this. Every bathroom had broken glass on the counters. Red cups and little were strewn about, but that was nothing compared to the vomit on the windowsill of the upstairs bathroom. We even found hot pink lipstick marks all over the shower — as if some drunken girl decided it would be a good idea to kiss the definitely dirty shower walls. The next morning, I opened the door to the downstairs bathroom only to discover our flowers had been pulled out of their vase and thrown on the shower floor, along with gobs of hair gel all over. I heard later that people deliberately tried to destroy everything bathroom in our house, but I have no idea why.


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Attacked!

Jameson can now be happy — he’s finally done something crazy enough to make it into the blog. Congratulations are in order for his drunken, not even in Vegas, antics!

Last night Jameson was the last of a group of people to return to the house following a party. A 90s 40s party. Sounds confusing, I know. It wasn’t 90s and 40s themed, but rather 90s attire paired with 40 oz beers. Brianna, Renae, Aaron and I were sitting on the couch upstairs when he ran in, obviously worked up. He started spewing Snoop Dogg laced language and ranting about a girl who left him while they were talking at the party. He went on and on, every other word profane, derogatory, and sexist, all the while making side notes in his gangster accent that he wasn’t actually serious.

This was all funny enough, but it really got weird as he inched his way to stand closer to his good friend Brianna. It was then that Jameson grabbed Brianna’s face and planted his mouth square onto her unassuming and immovable one. He kissed her passionately and drunkenly for a good thirty seconds before turning around and walking downstairs, leaving Brianna shocked, shaken and bothered to say the least. When Jameson came back up the stairs, it was as if nothing had happened. Brianna left shortly after that to brush her teeth, and I went to bed laughing to myself.

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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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Aaaand I’m done. With finals, that is!

With the conclusion of winter quarter today, I completed one item on my bucket-list: I ate at the crepe place. Delicious!

A few others are finished with finals as well, but not quite everyone yet. There are a lot of different plans in the house for spring break, so the majority of the house will be gone throughout the week. I’m headed to San Francisco this weekend, and a group of us are going to Vegas next week. It’s going to be legen……..dary.

A couple more pictures from this last weekend:

 

This will be the last of the blurry cell phone pictures, I just got a camera for an early birthday present!

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Next Quarter’s Bucket-list.

In anticipation of spring quarter, I’m putting up a completely attainable (I think) bucket-list that Sienna and I made last quarter:

  1. Run the end of the quarter undie-run
  2. Go to the islands
  3. Paragliding
  4. Finish and perform my song
  5. Eat at the new crepe place
  6. Organize a big house dinner
  7. Surf

This list is continuous and may be missing a few very important things a senior in college should do in this town, or in general, so please, comment if there’s something you think should be added.

Alright, that’s definitely enough procrastinating.

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So long, winter.

As winter quarter comes to a close with finals week, I’m left astounded at how fast it went.

It was another great weekend under our house’s metaphorical belt. Everyone was excited for our housemate from last quarter, Jones, to come visit on his way down the coast. Friday night consisted of a ridiculous rager, one that was incredibly fun to be sober at. Tons of randoms showed up at the house, even after our makeshift bouncer locked the door repeatedly. Most of the first fifteen guests were friends of Wesley’s — including the DJ. Others stated they knew Travis as they walked in the door, some of them, unfortunately, said this to Travis’ face — oblivious to who Travis was. Nonetheless, the house filled with drunk bodies as the music played on. People danced and screamed (and twisted and shouted), they drank and smoked until some couldn’t take a hint — relentlessly making passes at uninterested individuals. Others were more lucky, as evidenced by the dirtiest of dirty dancing. But as the midnight noise curfew drew close, Trevor received texts from our next door neighbors threatening to call the cops. In order to prevent the house from getting another expensive noise violation ticket, a group of unknown people employed the fail-proof party ending tactic of shutting down the power to the house the power magically went out, saving us just in time.

As can be expected on a typical Friday night, there was some nudity. Travis of course lost all of his clothes far too quickly and danced around the living room, most of the time too close to Crystal Rainee for comfort. At some point, Jones, Ethan, Aaron, and Wesley felt the unbearable need to pull down their pants as well and moon who was left at the party. Everyone agreed that it just had to be done.

St. Patrick’s day consisted of the boys building a huge fort out of the couches, sheets, and beer game tables in the living room. The put a sign up in attempts to keep the girls out of their “pirate ship”. Pirate jargon could be heard throughout the house and from across the street at Dane’s house all day (I never really understood why the made the jump from Irish to pirate). Jameson and Bailey’s were passed around that evening, and Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys dominated the airwaves. I had been looking forward to some festive cocktails and green beer, but with strep throat and a heavy dose of antibiotics, I abstained.

Alright, that’s enough procrastinating for me. Back to studying for finals!


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Steep Competition…

So last night I received word that another blog about this house was created — written by Ethan, Wesley, and Travis.

Wesley and Ethan came down to the garage to announce that I had some competition. Ethan tried to persuade me that their blog would have a more honest (perhaps more shit-talking) perspective.

Thanks to Ethan for the video of Travis and the neighbor, Dane, dancing like nobody’s watching on the mansquare.

And just in case you couldn’t quite picture Travis playing snappa in a speedo, as discussed a couple of posts ago, here’s a visual for you. Thanks to Travis for posting it!

Bring it on! (The competition that is…)

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All Out of Power.

Since the power was out most of the day today, my lunch break entertainment consisted of listening to Renae and Travis yelling at each other — fighting again about Travis’ relentless party hosting. It was quite the passionate argument.

Thankfully, the power came back on a few minutes ago. We were all under the assumption that our main circuit breaker was completely blown and needed an electrician’s attention, but it turns out it just needed some maneuvering.

Today is also the day that all mandatory chores on the chore chart are supposed to be completed, so I thought I’d share a picture of our kitchen floor at the moment…it’s pretty disgusting. See for yourself. Who’s on mop duty? That’s right, Travis.

Our kitchen floor after the weekend.

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