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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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Toga Toga Toga!

Friday night Brianna and I decided to throw a toga party. We were excited to have control of the people who showed up for once, so we decided to go all out. At least as all out as our limited budget would allow. We purchased gold and white streamers and garlands of ivy to decorate the house, and Trevor and I went around the neighborhood collecting giant palm leaves to adorn the entry way.

Around 8pm, and hour and a half before the party was scheduled start (per facebook), Brianna and Trevor’s girlfriend, Camry, arrived to help decorate the living room and create our togas. We left to purchase wine and beer, already stocked with vodka. After the quick alcohol run, we went to work on our togas. We crafted ivy headdresses and tied gold sashes around our makeshift costumes. After we were dressed to the nines and the house looked like a cheap frat’s version of Greece, we began to drink. Shots mixed with beer pong, which mixed with wine pong, before people started to arrive. A refreshing amount of people came to the party, all wearing togas. We considered it a success as the room filled with festive friends. Not a single random person showed up that night.

The party seemed like just a bunch of mingling, but underneath the surface, behind closed doors, and out on the street, mayhem was brewing. Carrie, another party attendee got into an altercation with a few people, including Jameson, who ended up storming out of the house after ripping his toga off, flinging an empty bottle of vodka across the room, and spitting on a couple of people. There was your typical girl drama, your typical uncomfortable couch hit-on sessions, and the inevitable sight of people passed out way too early. In short, despite Travis and Aaron’s absence, the party was still sufficiently crazy, especially considering this was the first toga party we’ve thrown or attended. Way too cliché quintessential college experience party? Check.

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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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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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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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