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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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Some Quality Time with Bon Bon.

Sunday night was a night I had been counting down to for months. It was the Bon Iver concert at the bowl. Ethan and I had gotten tickets ten minutes after the box office opened back in February. We headed into town about two hours before the concert, too excited to wait any longer. When we arrived in the parking lot, Ethan pulled out the two joints he had rolled, wrapped them in a napkin, and elegantly stuck his hand down his pants and taped them to his underwear. We got out of the car and walked at a brisk pace towards the venue before we broke into a half skip, half run. When we finally arrived, we realized we were far too early. We picked up our tickets at will call and realized that we weren’t actually standing in the pit, they had set up seats instead. We found our seat and checked out the stage before we wandered onto the plaza to browse the food selection. I found some kettle corn to snack on and we headed back to our seats.

The opening band, All Tiny Creatures began to play right on schedule. They played a short set and entertained as people filtered into the arena. When they finished playing, they broke down their gear faster than I’ve ever seen it done. The gear for Bon Iver began to get brought out — including a multitude of standing blue lights. They uncovered the two drum sets and began tuning the seemingly countless guitars. After a few lighting changes, the starting of the fog machine, and much anticipation, Bon Iver walked onto stage.

The crowd went wild as a yellow-beanied Justin Vernon took his place center stage. The rest of the band found their way to their respective instruments and they began to play. They opened with “Perth”, the first song off of Bon Iver’s newest and self-titled album. The wall of sound emanating from the stage penetrated our ears with such depth and momentum that I thought the breath may have been knocked out of me. I could barely believe that what I was hearing was live. The lights strobed with the beat of the powerful tandem drummers. They continued down their set list with the next song off of the album, “Minnesota, WI”. Vernon showed off his range as he hit the lowest of notes and then sang in his famous high falsetto. They continued down the album with “Holocene” and “Towers”, both sounding even better than the album. They were filled with dimension and dynamic detailed sound that was incredible to see put together piece by piece on stage.  Then he changed it up and played “Beach Baby” off of Blood Bank. I couldn’t help but smile as Justin sang “once upon a time put a tongue in your ear on the beach”, fondly reminding me of my own beach make out sessions. After a couple more songs off of the new album (“Hinnom, TX” and “Wash.”), I was excited to hear the next few songs from For Emma, Forever Ago. “Creature Fear” was incredible as the chorus hauntingly and powerfully echoed throughout the bowl. “Blood Bank” astounded with a much fuller sound than the album and a stage that was lit with red for the entire length of the song. After that, everyone but Justin left the stage as he sat down for “re: Stacks”. He strummed profoundly as he sang the song about “life being weird”. After the classic “Flume”, he began to play “Skinny Love” and the crowd went wild. Everyone sang along as he played perhaps his most famous song. The rest of the band sang the “My, my, my’s” with conviction in the background, adding to the already amazing song. He played another three songs off of Bon Iver, including “Calgary”, “Lisbon, OH”, and a “Beth/Rest” that was sung stunningly and with more autotune than the album. This ended the set, and the band walked off the stage. The crowd went wild, cheering for an encore, and a couple of minutes later Bon Iver came back out. They then covered the Bjork song, “Who Is It” which was fun and filled with a strong horn section. He concluded with a compelling “For Emma” and left the stage for the last time.

It was such an incredible and moving concert. Both Ethan and I were completely enthralled the entire time. I didn’t want it to ever end. The whole experience pretty much made my life — inspiring as well as depressing and uplifting at the same time.

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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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Box it up.

Friday night began with Chinese food for dinner and a trip to the liquor store, where Crystal and I quickly decided to purchase a small bottle of Jaeger. After a few shots of Jaeger back home, Crystal, Trevor, and I set out to play beer pong. Ethan joined in on Trevor’s team and they squared off with Crystal and I. We lost, but it was incredibly close. Aaron and a few of his friends jumped in to play after we were finished, but they chose to play with shots of vodka instead of beer. Needless to say, things got a little crazy.

Someone picked up a pair of boxing gloves in the living room and it was quickly decided that there needed to be a boxing match on the front lawn. Everyone ran downstairs to watch what was about to unfold. Shirts came off and gloves went on as Ethan and Aaron began to fight. They ran at each other, punching and rolling around on the lawn, the grass sticking to their panting, sweaty bodies. After an abrupt end, Renae picked up the gloves and began to fight with another close house friend, Carrie.

By the time that all ended, it was still early, so Crystal and I took a few more shots and played another game of beer pong.  Around then, Nala finally came home. She took a shot with us, made a drink, and after hearing the guitar in Ethan and Wesley’s room, we got up and followed the sound. Ethan and Wesley weren’t there, but Carrie was, strumming on the guitar to herself in the closet. We didn’t know where she had gone after the fight, but we were glad to find her! Then Joel made his way into the room, and picked up the guitar and began to play and sing with charisma that defines his unmistakable character. He played and taught me a few chords before I left for the bathroom, only to find that someone had locked themselves in there. I came back to tell Crystal, who retrieved the key and went to unlock it. We opened the door to find Young Wesley making out with a girl against the sink.

“Well, that’s awkward!” Crystal said to them, just loud enough to muffle the sloppy kissing noises emanating from the room.

A few minutes after we returned to the guitar playing in Ethan and Wesley’s room, Wesley and the girl walked in. Everyone looked at each other uncomfortably before we all stood up and walked out of the room at the same time, perhaps making it more awkward for Young Wesley. We laughed as we closed the door behind us, and headed to the living room.

With the risk of sounding way too cliché, little did we know the weekend was just beginning…Yes, that is what it looks like

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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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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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Star Trance and Breaking the Matrix?

Two members of the band Givers and Takers

After Battle of the Bands on Thursday night, we were all feeling pretty excited about our local musicians. Especially about Ellison Hall, which Keana’s boyfriend plays in. So, Friday night, a few of the musicians from a few of the bands were invited over to our house for an intimate, acoustic jam session. We heard some great music from some extremely talented people, including our own, Ethan. After everyone had played a few songs, a D.J. arrived…which is when things started to get weird. I’m not sure if it was the shrooms that were passed around, the sage and weed combination, or the music, but the night turned into a scene out of the 60s.

As the Hindu music raged on into the night, long past the midnight noise curfew, I heard the D.J. describing his music, using phrases such as, “star trance hypnosis” and “breaking the matrix”. Everyone was spinning, waving their arms, and dancing with their hands. It was quite an interesting sight.

In a Trance...

Last night, I was unfortunately in bed with the flu, so I was unable to partake in the usual madness. We had another D.J. in honor of someone’s birthday (one of Travis’ friends I think?), this time a more traditional one, who perched himself on the balcony above my garage door. Yes, it was loud, but the noise curfew was thankfully, strictly followed. The few times I ventured upstairs for water, it seemed a normal enough party for our house…you know, drunken make-outs on the couch, handles of liquor on the floor, red cups strewn about, dresses that are too revealing, people vomiting in the bathroom, and broken glass…the usual.

Despite having the flu, it wasn’t a big deal that I didn’t get to sleep until 2am…that’s entirely normal. I do have two questions though….

Who shut off the main power breaker without me?

And who was hooking up in the laundry room outside my door at 1:00am? Did you not realize that I can hear everything???

 

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ER Trips….on the reg.

Last night Ethan went to the hospital with food poisoning, unbeknownst to most of the house. At around midnight, Brandon and I went to go pick Ethan up from the emergency room. When we arrived, Ethan was still sick as a dog and getting IV fluids, so he wasn’t quite ready to leave. Brandon and I proceeded to talk about medicine, Judaism, heaven and hell, and more, while Ethan rested in between the nurses poking and prodding him. When he started to feel better, we left the hospital, Brandon joking with the staff on our way out.

We got into Ethan’s car, and Brandon began to drive. It wasn’t long until there was a cop behind us and we began to get the feeling that we were about to be pulled over. Ethan remembered he had a tail light out, and we figured that being in a jeep that pulled to the right wouldn’t sit well with a cop at 2:00 in the morning in a college town.

Sure, enough, the sheriff flipped on his lights, and we pulled over to the side. He came around to the driver’s side and asked where we were coming from.

“The hospital,” we all said in unison.

The officer had made his judgement, and immediately decided we weren’t up to any trouble. He asked why we were at the hospital.

” Food poisoning,” Ethan blurted in a mumbling, sedated tone. The officer noted the pink hospital basin at his feet, and the blankets he was wrapped in, and dismissed the suddenness and dryness of his answer.

The sheriff asked for Brandon’s license and the registration and insurance for the car, as usual. Brandon fumbled around in Ethan’s glove box, and pulled out a stack of crumpled papers. He sighed deeply as he set them in his lap and begin to sort through them, and the officer patiently shined his flashlight onto the stack.

“Is this it?”

“Nope, that’s 2006,” the officer chuckled.

“Hmm…this? No, 2009….2006, 2008, 2011….”

Brandon waded through the papers until he finally came upon the 2012 registration. He handed it to the cop, but he stood waiting still. Then Brandon began to go back through the stack looking for proof of insurance. But it was nowhere to be found.

The officer explained that it was unlawful, but gave us a break. He let us go after Ethan promised to fix his taillight, throw out his old registration, and keep the proof of insurance in the car.

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This whole ER experience reminded me of the last time I took Ethan to the ER, all too early in the morning.

It was 2:00 am the last day of Fall quarter finals. I was exhausted from taking my last test, but a few of us went out anyways. After a fun-filled evening of freestyle rapping, T.V. smashing, beer shotgunning, and exploding fireplaces, we headed home. It was cold so I rushed to my garage to turn on my space heater, and Wesley, Ethan, and Sienna followed.

After a few minutes, Ethan began to get tired. He laid down on my bed, which rolled slightly on the cement it sat on. As he drifted off to sleep, Wesley sat down beside him. Laughing, he mimed slapping Ethan. Then he pulled his arm back, and slapped Ethan’s ass. Startled, Ethan sat up, turned around, and slapped Wesley in the face. Wesley retaliated, and soon they were rolling around on the bed, which was, in itself, rolling around on the ground. It rolled out from underneath them, and they both tumbled to the cement floor, brushing the fiberglass insulation on the garage door. Ethan hit his head. Hard. He came up bleeding from his lip and disoriented. He was holding his head, and in drunken pain.

As the only one who was sober, and Ethan still in pain a half an hour later, when he decided he wanted to go the emergency room, I was the one to drive.

“Can we stop at Jack in the Box on the way??” Wesley asked, drunkenly laughing as we walked to the car, bleeding Ethan in tow.

Everyone climbed in the car and we drove off, speeding to the hospital. Wesley tried to turn up the radio multiple times, and I turned it back down multiple times.

When we got to the ER, I signed Ethan in, and they took him back right away, but not before we had a chance to say hi to the two blonde guys with broken fingers, who we had coincidentally seen partying at our house earlier that night. The triage nurse asked what was going on in town, and mentioned that he’d already seen five head injuries that night.

They ran tests and kept a close eye on Ethan until 5:00am, when they finally sent him home with a simple but serious concussion diagnosis. I went straight to bed when we got back to the house, in disbelief of all that had happened that night…and I’m not even telling the whole story!

Poor Ethan sure does seem to have some bad luck when it comes to needing to visit the ER.

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Whoa. Put some clothes on, please.

Swing dancing!

A group of us went swing dancing last night and had a great time. Good music, good food, good company, and a lot of fun. After an extremely classy evening, we came home to the opposite environment. Swing dancing was replaced by freak dancing, and good food was replaced by cheap vodka and red cups all over the floor.

Things only got more weird when Travis came upstairs completely naked. He jumped around, completely blacked out and unaware of the huge crowd of people in the room who stood shocked. Luckily, Ethan’s quick thinking resulted in Travis covering up with one of the many red cups in the room. This might have been a good temporary solution if Ethan hadn’t proceeded to remove the cup and video the whole thing.

Proposed new rules: Keep your clothes on, vomit only in the toilet, and DO NOT set off fireworks in the hallway outside the door to my room, sending sparks under the door and onto my carpet. Thanks.

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