When my eyes beheld an eerie sight...
Halloween, Halloween. Isn't Halloween over yet?
Last night's pirate costume was a triumph of design and throwing stuff together. It was genius. I only regret not getting pictures... There are far too many around of me as coked-out Posh Spice, and that wasn't even trying to be a fun costume.
Last night itself, however, left much to be desired. It lent itself to our new rule -- never spend any more than a half hour at a Delta Tau Delta party, or you'll end up staying three. And those extra two and a half hours will suck. A ton. Because, you see, the thing with a dry Greek system is that you have to have an "In" in the house, or else you show up tipsy from pre-gaming and end up miserable and trapped in a sauna of other people's sweat and flu germs. Other than the girls and Laura's friend Doug, I danced with two people the whole night. Was thoroughly ass-grabbed by one and actually rather impressed with the other. Unfortunately, David who went to Beaverton High School has proven difficult to track down on Facebook. Alas.
Anyway, for whatever reason, that black hole of a basement managed to keep me away from a legitimately fun party until about 1:15, when I finally realized that Duncan would continue being creepy and aloof and that we were not going to be served drinks, whereupon I grabbed Sarah and left.
By left, I of course mean that I walked thirty more minutes in heels and in the near-freezing cold to the Barnhart area, where there was a party winding down in the exact apartment we considered renting last May. Remember the one with the bedrooms sharing a window? Yeah. By the time we got there, all that was left was some sort of murky liquid in a trashcan, and no amount of coxing can get me to drink from somewhere's garbage. So it really didn't matter when it turned out that Matt was having a particularly bad (inebriated) night and aimlessly wandering the streets of Eugene. As I was concerned that he might actually make it all the way to downtown Portland ("19th and Columbia? Oh, that's not good. My work is on 5th and Columbia!"), I (being entirely sober by this point) opted to grab Kristi's Saturn, find him (over by the Law School), and take him home.
Etcetra, etcetra. Time passed, Sarah and I picked Kristi up from the party, and it was 4 AM (again) by the time we got home. Just as we were walking in, I got a call from some friends of Laura's who we had met on Friday night and now wanted to hang out. Really, at some other time, I might have said yes, but who calls at 4 AM and invites themselves over to your house? So I strongly declined the offer, brushed my teeth, hung up my pirate hat, and locked myself in my room for a few good hours of sleep. By the time I woke up again, Fall Back had magically worked its way into our lives and all my clocks were thoroughly fucked up.
I don't really know where I was going with that whole story. I guess the point is, I'm tired of building weekends up and being let down. I really need to re-evaluate the whole way I've been going about them at college, because it seems I'm always far more satisfied if I just dedicate my Saturday to going to Target, doing some laundry, and maybe watching a few episodes of "Scrubs".
In any case, I left a few things out of the recap. We had an incredibly one-sided game against PSU. I made it all the way through first quarter before leaving to do some dishes. I learned a variety of awkward things about and from drunk people. I fought the urge to beat the shit out of some guy dressed in full 1930s, shoe-polish blackface as Flava Flav at the frat party. I found out that Laura's boyfriend is actually very funny (if not a bit presumptuous) when he's drunk. I finally had Dough Co. I went to Espresso Roma this morning and had my first coffee there since the over-caffeination incident of last winter; I got it half-caf and was thereby only half-wired as I did my German homework. I finally found out what a mochaccino is. I actually continued to drink that one cup throughout the day, as I love cold coffee, and was rather horrified to find, just a few moments ago, a solid inch of black sludge at the bottom of my cup.
So there you go. I just avoided another 45 minutes of studying for my Anthropology midterm tomorrow. Hurray. Kurt, I promise you I'll call as soon as the clouds break and my midterms are over. Kirsten Dunst, I promise I'll go see "Marie Antoinette" as soon as I call Kurt.
Last night's pirate costume was a triumph of design and throwing stuff together. It was genius. I only regret not getting pictures... There are far too many around of me as coked-out Posh Spice, and that wasn't even trying to be a fun costume.
Last night itself, however, left much to be desired. It lent itself to our new rule -- never spend any more than a half hour at a Delta Tau Delta party, or you'll end up staying three. And those extra two and a half hours will suck. A ton. Because, you see, the thing with a dry Greek system is that you have to have an "In" in the house, or else you show up tipsy from pre-gaming and end up miserable and trapped in a sauna of other people's sweat and flu germs. Other than the girls and Laura's friend Doug, I danced with two people the whole night. Was thoroughly ass-grabbed by one and actually rather impressed with the other. Unfortunately, David who went to Beaverton High School has proven difficult to track down on Facebook. Alas.
Anyway, for whatever reason, that black hole of a basement managed to keep me away from a legitimately fun party until about 1:15, when I finally realized that Duncan would continue being creepy and aloof and that we were not going to be served drinks, whereupon I grabbed Sarah and left.
By left, I of course mean that I walked thirty more minutes in heels and in the near-freezing cold to the Barnhart area, where there was a party winding down in the exact apartment we considered renting last May. Remember the one with the bedrooms sharing a window? Yeah. By the time we got there, all that was left was some sort of murky liquid in a trashcan, and no amount of coxing can get me to drink from somewhere's garbage. So it really didn't matter when it turned out that Matt was having a particularly bad (inebriated) night and aimlessly wandering the streets of Eugene. As I was concerned that he might actually make it all the way to downtown Portland ("19th and Columbia? Oh, that's not good. My work is on 5th and Columbia!"), I (being entirely sober by this point) opted to grab Kristi's Saturn, find him (over by the Law School), and take him home.
Etcetra, etcetra. Time passed, Sarah and I picked Kristi up from the party, and it was 4 AM (again) by the time we got home. Just as we were walking in, I got a call from some friends of Laura's who we had met on Friday night and now wanted to hang out. Really, at some other time, I might have said yes, but who calls at 4 AM and invites themselves over to your house? So I strongly declined the offer, brushed my teeth, hung up my pirate hat, and locked myself in my room for a few good hours of sleep. By the time I woke up again, Fall Back had magically worked its way into our lives and all my clocks were thoroughly fucked up.
I don't really know where I was going with that whole story. I guess the point is, I'm tired of building weekends up and being let down. I really need to re-evaluate the whole way I've been going about them at college, because it seems I'm always far more satisfied if I just dedicate my Saturday to going to Target, doing some laundry, and maybe watching a few episodes of "Scrubs".
In any case, I left a few things out of the recap. We had an incredibly one-sided game against PSU. I made it all the way through first quarter before leaving to do some dishes. I learned a variety of awkward things about and from drunk people. I fought the urge to beat the shit out of some guy dressed in full 1930s, shoe-polish blackface as Flava Flav at the frat party. I found out that Laura's boyfriend is actually very funny (if not a bit presumptuous) when he's drunk. I finally had Dough Co. I went to Espresso Roma this morning and had my first coffee there since the over-caffeination incident of last winter; I got it half-caf and was thereby only half-wired as I did my German homework. I finally found out what a mochaccino is. I actually continued to drink that one cup throughout the day, as I love cold coffee, and was rather horrified to find, just a few moments ago, a solid inch of black sludge at the bottom of my cup.
So there you go. I just avoided another 45 minutes of studying for my Anthropology midterm tomorrow. Hurray. Kurt, I promise you I'll call as soon as the clouds break and my midterms are over. Kirsten Dunst, I promise I'll go see "Marie Antoinette" as soon as I call Kurt.