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The Great American Challenge

Thursday night was the Great American Challenge at our house. For those of you who aren’t familiar with this ridiculous challenge, it consists of teams of 4-5 people consuming: a 30 rack of beer, a fifth of liquor, and an entire Costco pizza, and then attempting a puzzle after all of that is done. The first to finish wins, and vomiting will get you disqualified, leaving your team with one less person to assist in consuming everything.

There were glass bottles shattering in the driveway, cans being thrown out windows, and pizza being eaten off of the floor. Some wild dance moves came out as the night progressed rapidly, perhaps too quickly for some, as a couple of people began to lose their composure (and their dinner).  After every drop of alcohol, crumb of pizza, and all of the weed was gone, the puzzle solving began. This was the most slow-going part of the challenge, as the full and team members fumbled with the pieces. It was quite entertaining to watch, and it was a great kick-off to Cinco de Mayo (Drinko de Mayo?) weekend. See for yourself!

Check out Aaron and Travis’ dance moves!

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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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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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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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House Bonding and Noise Violations.

Thursday night was probably one of the best parties our house has had. In honor of a house friend’s 21st birthday, we had a nice evening with only housemates and close friends…no randoms! As the night began to get underway, the boys rearranged the couches around the fireplace and started a fire that continued to roar throughout the night. We made piña coladas with fresh pineapple, and Wesley even created a goblet out of the pineapple for the birthday girl.

We made s’mores around the fireplace, taking turns roasting the marshmallows on bent wire coat hangers, and then ate red velvet birthday cake. We played good music and danced, opening all the windows and doors as the fire warmed the house. It was a small, quaint affair, much smaller and quieter than many Thursday night ragers that have been thrown here.

It wasn’t even midnight when four cops showed up, rushing the door where Travis stood, unaware of his looming fate. They issued a noise violation quicker than we could realize what was going on, and by the time we did, it was all too late. We all stood stunned, remembering Thursday nights where the partying continued well after 2am without a hitch.

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(excuse the blurry phone pictures, I really need a real camera!)

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