Smallhouse Log

Sunday
"He was like, 'So this one time.... Milk.' And that was the whole story." -unknown, 09/19/2004

Fishbein = So Rock.

First night: lots of conversation over dinner, no one started to leave until just before the house meeting was about to start anyway. After that, movie night. Labrynth. The one with David Bowie in too-tight pants and that song no one can get out of their head. Then, stayed up talking with a first year until nearly bedtime, when I kicked him out.

Second night: House Activities Night. We traipse about downtown in groups, then rejoin and split into different groups for activities. My group swung by the House of Blues, then the Billy Goat Tavern, then a Portillo's, then just walked up Clark for the fun of it before coming home. The whole time, every time we saw a Walgreen's, Althea (first year) would say, "Hey look, a Walgreen's; let's go!" That is, until she realised that there's a Walgreens approximately every three blocks. After we got back, Shannon threw a dance party in her room. Bridget and Flow brought the music, I brought the blacklights and the first-years. We all brought the groove. I invited some of the new Deweys, but they only stayed ashort time and didn't dance. Poo. The dance party lasted for maybe an hour, and then all the first years got tired and left, and we sat around talking until Danielle (first year) came in, at which point we promptly sat around talking. Then Flow and Danielle left, and Bridget and Shannon fell asleep on the couches, and I came home and made drapes, or rather, a drape, and hung it. And then I wrote this.

Tomorrow, I think we could pull off a game night, ne?

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