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'Twas a fun night, full of Wellesley women and frat boys. Surprisingly, we ended up staying the whole time at Zeta Psi. We planned on dipping and going to AEP and perhaps Skull, but the Zeta Psi people were nice and non-sketchy, so we stayed.
This morning at breakfast, Claire and I sat at a table with Priya and ... Aton (Eitan, however it's spelled). Breakfast was a discussion about midgets and then what happened between Greenhut and I. Aton invited us to Zeta Psi's annual "Car Bashing", which sounded wicked fun, so Claire, Priya, Liz, Daphni, Rhine and I headed over later. Andy was surprised to see me, but pleased. "I thought you weren't going to come, that you'd be over at SkullHouse."
"Naw..."
Aton and Priya say Andy had had a major crush on me, and asked if I wouldn't give him another shot. "I didn't feel the butterflies..." I confessed.
The Car Bashing took place in an empty lot across from the frat house. It was an old Camery or Corrolla, and we beat it to shit (along with a printer). As this took place we grooved to loud rock and old Prodigy songs. "I like this music," said Claire.
I insisted that Daphni and I be the first females to take sledgehammers and bash the car. A guy with a camera ran around and took our pictures as the crowd shouted and cheered at us. I felt the adrenaline; I felt sexy. We climbed onto the roof of the car and began to pound it. Witnesses feared we were about to knock each other in the head, but we kept at it. I felt rockin'.
I'm happy I got to chill with friends- that a group of us left Wellesley together and came back together. Sounds silly, I know, but usually a number of us have boyfriends and end up sleeping over at whatever frat house we've partyed at. This was a time where we met guys, sure, but the real joy was meeting cool Wellesley chics and hanging with my fabulous femmes.
This morning at breakfast, Claire and I sat at a table with Priya and ... Aton (Eitan, however it's spelled). Breakfast was a discussion about midgets and then what happened between Greenhut and I. Aton invited us to Zeta Psi's annual "Car Bashing", which sounded wicked fun, so Claire, Priya, Liz, Daphni, Rhine and I headed over later. Andy was surprised to see me, but pleased. "I thought you weren't going to come, that you'd be over at SkullHouse."
"Naw..."
Aton and Priya say Andy had had a major crush on me, and asked if I wouldn't give him another shot. "I didn't feel the butterflies..." I confessed.
The Car Bashing took place in an empty lot across from the frat house. It was an old Camery or Corrolla, and we beat it to shit (along with a printer). As this took place we grooved to loud rock and old Prodigy songs. "I like this music," said Claire.
I insisted that Daphni and I be the first females to take sledgehammers and bash the car. A guy with a camera ran around and took our pictures as the crowd shouted and cheered at us. I felt the adrenaline; I felt sexy. We climbed onto the roof of the car and began to pound it. Witnesses feared we were about to knock each other in the head, but we kept at it. I felt rockin'.
I'm happy I got to chill with friends- that a group of us left Wellesley together and came back together. Sounds silly, I know, but usually a number of us have boyfriends and end up sleeping over at whatever frat house we've partyed at. This was a time where we met guys, sure, but the real joy was meeting cool Wellesley chics and hanging with my fabulous femmes.