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Extravaganza is not an excuse to suffocate people. But maybe Snoop Dogg is.

Yesterday was the school’s annual free concert: Extravaganza. Nala and I got there early and managed to work our way to the very front, before any of the big bands got on stage. Once there, we were determined not to lose our spots. We had no idea what standing our ground would entail. Surfer Blood was the first band to play after the local band, The Fire Department, opened. They quickly entered the stage and played a short set full of their biggest hits. They were lively, moving around the stage, dancing, and even jumping off at one point, only to require help from the security guards to get back up.

After they finished playing, Iration came on stage and began to play their hits, the crowd and security guards bobbing their heads to the relaxed, happy tunes that emanated from the speakers. The bass was beyond gut-busting. It moved through the throats and into the chest of those lucky enough to be in the front. My ears were pounding, but the music was great. After a few songs about their old college town, they exited the stage.

The crew began to set up the area for Wolfgang Gartner, a DJ. As he came on, everyone began to push their way to the front in anticipation of the act that would follow him, Snoop Dogg. The crowd began to get a little violent and unruly, much different from the vibes floating through during the previous bands. Nala started to get shoved and squished as she and the rest of the people directly behind me tried to hold their spot. They pushed back, but it only made people angrier. Soon, I couldn’t even see Nala anymore. Then the pushing hit the front. The people behind me got closer and closer, with more and more force, not caring that they were slamming me up against the hard, metal gate. I braced myself with my knees against the gate, trying to maintain as much space as possible. A few others who were getting short of breath from being pressed against it signaled to the security guards, hoping they would be able to get people to move back. They tried, but the crowd wouldn’t listen. They gave me the thumbs up as I pushed back as hard as I could, yelling at the people behind me, especially the girl who had a giant raccoon tail in my face every five seconds. I plugged my ears for most of Wolfgang Gartner’s set, the bass was nearly unbearable. That, combined with the security guards yanking unruly people out of the crowd over my head, made for a very unpleasant half an hour. It felt like the DJ had been up there for hours when he finally finished.

And then Snoop Dogg came on. And all of the pushing stopped as people stood in awe as he made his grand entrance. He had a great set, full of some of his best songs. He encouraged the crowd to sing along and interact as much as possible. It was clear that it wasn’t just the audience that was having a good time. 

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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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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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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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Buddha Bowls and the Funk.

This last weekend was a typical one here in our home. With the celebration of Nala’s 21st birthday on Wednesday (and Thursday, and some on Friday too) the weekend was was anything but dull.

Wednesday night we had dinner at a local vegetarian restaurant where we exchanged glances at the waitress calling us all goddesses. Thursday night we went downtown to the bars and clubs and took it all in. After some free bottle service, a couple too-expensive drinks, and watching the random hook-ups around us, we called it a night a little after 1:00am.

Friday and Saturday night were typical…consisting of parties mostly dominated by Travis and Wesley’s much younger friends. Travis would not stop peeing off of the balcony…he had already done it twice in an hour and was attempting to expose himself for a third time before I pushed him into the nearest bathroom. Later on, he drunkenly learned different martial arts moves from the Albertson’s sushi guy, who had somehow made it to our house to party. Apparently, Ethan and a few other house members are quite the regulars there. After enjoying some good conversation on the balcony and in the living room, much of the remaining partiers left for Freebirds. All except for Wesley of course, who I saw later on the couch asleep with a random girl (He  lamented the fact that he had fallen asleep, but at least the whole experience took his mind off of his other girl problems).

Givers and Takers playing in Dog Shit Park!

Today was a fairly laidback day…minus the fact that Travis was, for the third time this week, playing snappa in the front yard in a too-tight speedo. We woke up this morning to the smell of fresh bagels and onions — a few friends were making a ton of their newly invented “Buddha Bowls” for the crowd at the festival in the park across the street from our house. Our house was full of people enjoying mushroom feta and barbeque chicken in hollowed out bagels until the late afternoon. A few of us walked over to the festival enjoyed one of the favorite local bands, Givers and Takers. After a fantastic set, a funky DJ came on, and the rest of the festival consisted of dancing in the sun.

Minus the confrontations between Renae and Travis over his incessant party hosting, and poor Renae getting her ipod and money stolen from her, the craziness of the house seemed to stay at it’s normal level. We’ll see how next weekend goes with St. Patrick’s Day, another great excuse to drink too much. But with finals right around the corner, many of us are hoping it will be a mellow two weeks!

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