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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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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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Attacked!

Jameson can now be happy — he’s finally done something crazy enough to make it into the blog. Congratulations are in order for his drunken, not even in Vegas, antics!

Last night Jameson was the last of a group of people to return to the house following a party. A 90s 40s party. Sounds confusing, I know. It wasn’t 90s and 40s themed, but rather 90s attire paired with 40 oz beers. Brianna, Renae, Aaron and I were sitting on the couch upstairs when he ran in, obviously worked up. He started spewing Snoop Dogg laced language and ranting about a girl who left him while they were talking at the party. He went on and on, every other word profane, derogatory, and sexist, all the while making side notes in his gangster accent that he wasn’t actually serious.

This was all funny enough, but it really got weird as he inched his way to stand closer to his good friend Brianna. It was then that Jameson grabbed Brianna’s face and planted his mouth square onto her unassuming and immovable one. He kissed her passionately and drunkenly for a good thirty seconds before turning around and walking downstairs, leaving Brianna shocked, shaken and bothered to say the least. When Jameson came back up the stairs, it was as if nothing had happened. Brianna left shortly after that to brush her teeth, and I went to bed laughing to myself.

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So long, winter.

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!


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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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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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When most of the house is away…the rest will play…

One of the biggest day parties just ended here at our house. With most of the house gone, and only the most notorious partiers home, the house was filled with random drunks and blasting dub-step.

With at least a hundred people filling the house and overflowing onto the roof (how they managed to get up there as intoxicated as they were, who knows), things were bound to get messy. What started as few housemates making margaritas and listening to mariachi turned into a full blown day rager, complete with a DJ. Inevitably, somebody got hurt. But luckily, there just so happened to be an EMT partying in the house, who was able to clean up the gushing gash on Young Wesley’s foot.

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