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!