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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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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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