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Not really goodbye.

A week ago today, I moved out of the Blue Door Lounge and graduated with my Bachelor’s degree (holy shit!). The moving out process was an absolute nightmare. With so many people graduating and our landlord refusing to return our calls, we were left scrambling. Less than 48 hours before our scheduled move out, the house was a complete disaster zone. Snappa tables, beer, and dirty dishes littered the common rooms. All of the furniture sat unmoved, and all of the food in the fridge sat rotting. Travis had friends over that night, and in the hour that the rest of us left the house, they managed to deface our staircase with permanent profane graffiti. We all knew that there was no way we were going to get our deposit back, any attempts at fixing up the place would have been in vain. Most of the doors no longer worked, and there were so many holes in the walls, stains and burn marks on the carpet, and mold in the bathrooms. Trevor and I surveyed the wreckage on Friday night, not sure how to attack it.  We pondered the value of the myriad of items around us and ultimately decided to simply throw everything out. Wasteful, I know, but without many people there to claim things, and with those there not wanting to have anything to do with them, we didn’t have much of a choice. So, one by one, we began to throw things off of the balcony  and into the trash area down below. Couches, tables, pots and pans, dishes, coffee makers, toaster ovens, blankets, pillows, rotten food, empty beer bottles — it all went tumbling down into the pile, making loud, splintering sounds as it hit the pavement. Passerbys cheered at our destruction, and suddenly, cleaning the house became fun.

We were pretty certain that our landlord would charge us a ridiculous fee for the mess we left, so the next morning we were all relieved when the garbage truck stopped in front of the house. Everyone ran down the stairs and began to frantically carry things to the truck. The garbage men stopped and helped us carry some of the big stuff, including the number of couches that sat on the lawn, over to the crushing jaws of the trash compactor. We spent a good twenty minutes moving everything over, ultimately tipping the workers for being so patient and for all of their help. We sighed in relief as the garbage truck pulled away.

We got the last few things out of the house, took a look around, and called it as good as it was going to get. We didn’t have time to do any actual cleaning, but it was a miracle just to have gotten everything out. We said our rushed goodbyes to a house filled with countless memories and filed out the door. I had three hours until graduation at point, and still so much to do.

 

But it’s not really goodbye to the Blue Door Lounge. Since I’m currently couch-surfing, it turns out I may need to sublease a spot from one of the boys in the house. I’m sure I’ll visit them numerous times throughout the year either way. Those who no longer live there will come over to party — we’ll trash the place, and then (and this is the best part), we’ll leave.

The Blue Door Lounge will live on…and so will this blog.

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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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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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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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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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Steep Competition…

So last night I received word that another blog about this house was created — written by Ethan, Wesley, and Travis.

Wesley and Ethan came down to the garage to announce that I had some competition. Ethan tried to persuade me that their blog would have a more honest (perhaps more shit-talking) perspective.

Thanks to Ethan for the video of Travis and the neighbor, Dane, dancing like nobody’s watching on the mansquare.

And just in case you couldn’t quite picture Travis playing snappa in a speedo, as discussed a couple of posts ago, here’s a visual for you. Thanks to Travis for posting it!

Bring it on! (The competition that is…)

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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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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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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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