Daft

It's early in the morning after the night and I'm trying to make her go to sleep, but instead she's sitting at her desk and listening to King Laconic, thinking of loving Norwich and loving Portland both. She falls in love too easily.

Daft Ball was sweaty. They couldn't open the windows in the S.U. on account of Eastmoreland residential angst (La Résistance on Friday was shut down by the noise police).

Glossary:

Daft Ball - dance party dedicated to Daft Punk, at which the theme for Spring/Fall is announced (VOODOO).
Spring/Fall - a sort of mini Renn Fayre for those out of sync seniors who graduate this semester.
Renn Fayre - three days of this in May, apparently.
La Résistance - excellent party hosted by the French House. Red wine (clearly French), cider (less so) and hip-hop (?).

Anyway, the parties recently have all been significantly better than Halloween's Harvest Ball, which I thought was a load of twaddle. Being existentially attached to Mrs Rochester (yes, she dressed up as Mrs Rochester - see badge) was just too much. And having to listen and 'dance' to Reel Big Fish with the house lights fully up is not something I should be expected to tolerate.

Although the days before and after Harvest Ball (30th October) fully compensated. They started selling hot apple cider in Caffe Paradiso. Then the German House hosted Oktoberfest on the 29th. And on the 31st, the idiot and Gianmarco and I went into Portland for a screening of Psycho in the Arlene Schnitzer, with live accompaniment from the string section of the Oregon Symphony Orchestra. That was something. All followed by a meal at Jake's Famous Crawfish: scallops and a beautiful little tiramisu, and the end to probably the best day of Halloween ever.

Ok, really, at 03.46am - it's bedtime now.

Consette x