Sober

Some coherence is required after last night, I think. Little cat-foot steps towards a more wholesome one-ness, to which the follower (3 followers!) is subjected. Blog as therapy, blog. The theme of the 'Hotbox' post was meant to be partying at a liberal arts college; the whys and wherefores, the where-tos, and, most of the time, the HOWs? Clearly the idiot (and I) managed it yesterday, but that was the culmination of many disconsolate amblings around campus not knowing what to do or where to go. But yes, I'll outline some of the successes, the achieved parties alluded to last night, with a slightly more adult approach to things:

PARTY 1 - VICKY'S BIRTHDAY PARTY: This was the first party wangled without having been organised by the International Society (who are keen on ice-cream parties above all else). Vicky bravely turning 22 only a few weeks into termtime. Everyone's exposure to The Red Cup. Two hours queueing for Voodoo Doughnuts on SW 3rd Avenue in the rain. Big pink box doughnut treasure. Vodka in plastic bottles.

ANNIE SUI'S BREAKFAST PARTIES: On 34th and Holgate in Annie's real house - mauve with a porch, and a swing on the porch, and a basement. Attended my second of these this morning. Be careful which mug you drink from, as Annie can be particular about mugs just getting bandied around, even by imaginary friends. The first party on 19th September involved potatoes, scrambled eggs, ham, cheese, mangoes. As Annie wisely considers: breakfast is just an invention of Kellog's, so we can pretty much eat what we want and not worry that it isn't cereal or something breakfasty. Today's breakfast involved pancakes (sorry, crepes), mushrooms, onions, pumpkin butter, bananas, and drug-specific placenames on the table.

RKSK: Reed Kommunal Sh*t Kollective. Not really a party as such. Just a Thursday night, voyeuring on the 'Kommunist' induction. Born in the USA playing in the quad. The idiot getting quite caught up in that, tearing apart the Springsteen irony web with dumb grin glee. Everyone lining up to be part of the revolution. Lots and lots of naked people in the library. Burning of soft toys. Community Safety Man circling on his segway, which I will never ever be capable of taking seriously.

HIPSTER PARTY: How on earth did they get to this? Verily an accident.

GIANMARCO'S BIRTHDAY AND HOTBOX: The idiot is giving up alcohol on account of this night (last night). She has been high on the scale of rubbishness today, moping around and looking MIZ, doing all her reading for class just too slowly to watch, not letting me go outside in case I go awol again. I went a bit awol at Hotbox.
NB. Hotbox is a house about a minute or so off campus, owned by Reed students and proffered up for parties every other weekend. Frequently closed down by the police (I know, right?) The idiot drank beer out of tupperware. I got to being social, which was nice, and was very skilled in keeping down the burger cake from Gianmarco's surprise birthday cake event. Burger, chips and ketchup, mostly composed of icing (exhibit A). Nom.

Consette x