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I am stealing this from Roman's journal because I think he depicted our night alot better than I did in my previous entry...so, thanks Rome :) I hope you don't mind.
Last night continued across the street at the Blue Room afterparty held at a chique apartment with loud techno music blaring in the family room. Ben Caro met us in the lobby and gently guided us towards the elevators. Once in the elevator, he started laughing uncontrollably and squatted down in the corner. "Guys! I was just acting! I'm actually REALLY DRUNK!!!" said Ben, noting that he hadn't been so happy and drunk at the same time in a long while. Andrew, Jenna, Liz and I crashed the party and made various impressions upon various people. Kevin introduced me to Goldenshnauzer; consequentially, I became highly innebriated. Comparitively, Andrew became totally smashed. As we were leaving, Andrew yelled, "Fuck you!" at a girl, her boyfriend and his two friends. Naturally, the men were somewhat annoyed at his actions and demanded an apology. Andrew quickly apologized to everyone. "But I really meant that, you know? Fuck them. They're a bunch of assholes," said Andrew as we were walking back to our dorms. Man, we would have gotten the shit kicked out of us had Andrew not apologized.
The night commenced with a very chill evening at Hamhouse in Alex Schuster's bitchin pad. I met Olga, the libertarian Ruski, and sumo wrestled her "economics major" brain, coming to the conclusion that we are all naive fucks. The stake we ate was seasoned perfectly for the occasion. The cheesy grits - I'm sorry, Laine - were pretty horrible. The cold ones served their purpose. Ben Shurtlef had many more cold ones than I. We danced to Bowie, Ferdinand, Blondie, Talking Heads and Radioheads, among others. Jimmie, Alex and Andrew all showed off how great they were at playing guitar. We sang the Chili Peppers like we were the fucking Chili Peppers. Liz and Jenna brought some Malibu and we finished it off pretty fast, though Ben wasn't a big fan of it at all, claiming that it tasted like shit. I told him that it tasted great and that he should fuck off. (I didn't actually tell him to fuck off, nor did I think it, but I felt like I needed to say that.) Michelle Forelle didn't do or say anything special all night, so screw her. Oh yeah. She made mushrooms, but who cares? The night at Alex's came to a close with some unexpected, somewhat humerous makeoutage.
(hmmm...wonder who that last sentence could be about...lol)
last night was even more random than the one before...I somehow
.....errrrrrrr nevermind
Last night continued across the street at the Blue Room afterparty held at a chique apartment with loud techno music blaring in the family room. Ben Caro met us in the lobby and gently guided us towards the elevators. Once in the elevator, he started laughing uncontrollably and squatted down in the corner. "Guys! I was just acting! I'm actually REALLY DRUNK!!!" said Ben, noting that he hadn't been so happy and drunk at the same time in a long while. Andrew, Jenna, Liz and I crashed the party and made various impressions upon various people. Kevin introduced me to Goldenshnauzer; consequentially, I became highly innebriated. Comparitively, Andrew became totally smashed. As we were leaving, Andrew yelled, "Fuck you!" at a girl, her boyfriend and his two friends. Naturally, the men were somewhat annoyed at his actions and demanded an apology. Andrew quickly apologized to everyone. "But I really meant that, you know? Fuck them. They're a bunch of assholes," said Andrew as we were walking back to our dorms. Man, we would have gotten the shit kicked out of us had Andrew not apologized.
The night commenced with a very chill evening at Hamhouse in Alex Schuster's bitchin pad. I met Olga, the libertarian Ruski, and sumo wrestled her "economics major" brain, coming to the conclusion that we are all naive fucks. The stake we ate was seasoned perfectly for the occasion. The cheesy grits - I'm sorry, Laine - were pretty horrible. The cold ones served their purpose. Ben Shurtlef had many more cold ones than I. We danced to Bowie, Ferdinand, Blondie, Talking Heads and Radioheads, among others. Jimmie, Alex and Andrew all showed off how great they were at playing guitar. We sang the Chili Peppers like we were the fucking Chili Peppers. Liz and Jenna brought some Malibu and we finished it off pretty fast, though Ben wasn't a big fan of it at all, claiming that it tasted like shit. I told him that it tasted great and that he should fuck off. (I didn't actually tell him to fuck off, nor did I think it, but I felt like I needed to say that.) Michelle Forelle didn't do or say anything special all night, so screw her. Oh yeah. She made mushrooms, but who cares? The night at Alex's came to a close with some unexpected, somewhat humerous makeoutage.
(hmmm...wonder who that last sentence could be about...lol)
last night was even more random than the one before...I somehow
.....errrrrrrr nevermind