the winter of our discotent

fabulous dance party at teh bexxx friday night, avec disco tent.

before that, meara and i enjoyed ourselves in killian court. stargazed through the light pollution & airplanes. spent quality time with the statuary. made friends with flowering crabapples. walked in step with people passing through lobby 10. screeched our heads off. oh, wait, that last one was just meara.

saturday was meara's birthday, so there was the usual cake and singing. plus adelaide and mean girls. rooster costumes, dugan.

that night, we moved adam into beta. my part was wearing his lumberjack hat and carrying his lindsey lohan poster/tiny subwoofer. hard work.

and then there was some sort of candlelit affair in the annex. clefairy and i were fooled by the easiness of sitting on a couch. so once we finally decided to leave and meet our sober friends at bexley, we realised we were in fact, between e and pi sheets to the wind. so that made the rest of the evening more interesting. for people spectaclizing, at least.

fast forward a little bit, and i had some private time with my friends in sr haus suite 212. i forgot how much i enjoy their company. even if they tease me. and know which hemisphere india is in.