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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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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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All Out of Power.

Since the power was out most of the day today, my lunch break entertainment consisted of listening to Renae and Travis yelling at each other — fighting again about Travis’ relentless party hosting. It was quite the passionate argument.

Thankfully, the power came back on a few minutes ago. We were all under the assumption that our main circuit breaker was completely blown and needed an electrician’s attention, but it turns out it just needed some maneuvering.

Today is also the day that all mandatory chores on the chore chart are supposed to be completed, so I thought I’d share a picture of our kitchen floor at the moment…it’s pretty disgusting. See for yourself. Who’s on mop duty? That’s right, Travis.

Our kitchen floor after the weekend.

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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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