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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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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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