Party Paralysis
While meandering through the floorplan schematic of the village A apartment soon to be know as Battleship Sexy, I came across some disturbing information. Our lovely new home is located, now brace yourselves, between the RA and the Chaplain. "You've got to be shitting me," was all I could think. Village A, the paragon of all-night rooftop parties, even has an RA? Sorry ya'll, but somebody just stole my party mojo.