Cast Bonding
After a week of fun and demanding Parody rehearsals, the end of the Thursday night review called for two things: board games and booze! We celebrated a fantastic first week, as we ate pizza, drank Sodexho wine, and got our Apples to Apples on. (Well, some of us got our Taboo on or Egyptian Rat Screw). I came out the winner of the Apples to Apples game. What put me over was the "Supreme Court" for the dual clues "cold" and "weird." I mean, you just know that's going to be a winner in a group of law students. Of course, you do have to be careful when you play any game with law students, as the evening might dangerously drift towards "Now, what's the standard for review to contest an outcome?" Damn, we're such losers. It was a pretty fun night, even if I did come to realize that my reputation preceded me. How did I develop such a reputation in only a semester? Well, spooning helps. (Friends spoon all the time!). Oh, but it's all in good, clean fun. Ok, not clean. But still fun, and that's what matters.

Midnight rolled around and it was time for us to be kicked out of the Hark South (aka "The Fishbowl"). However, this was hardly to be the end of the evening. Trevor invited anyone remaining back to his place. So, with bottles, cups, and booze, we trekked out in the cold, and got to his place. There, we soon found out that his roommate was home and wasn't feeling well. This was when I offered to continue the festivities at my place. Let the record show that I had offered before, back at the Hark, but I don't think anyone heard me. I mean, my apartment being just across the street from the Hark, it would have been the most attractive choice. So we did.

Most of the rest of an evening is a blur, but the 80 pictures that wound up on my camera sort of helped to piece it together. When we arrived, I was talking with Theresa about my ties (no clue why), and then she tried one on. Which then required that everyone else put on a tie or other Andrew-Accessory as well. So, from there, we partied pretty consistently for a few hours, which included me having to explain a lot of things. Such as "Andrew, why do you have so many ponies?" or "Andrew, are you sure that's a Hello Kitty microphone?" etc. There was a lot of explaining that night. We also had two blackouts (not my fault! they were building-wide) which proceeded into ghost stories and a game of Truth (we were too lazy for Dare at this point). Eventually it was 5:00 AM, and people wandered off home, minus anyone crashing on my futon.

The following morning and day proved to be somewhat brutal, but honestly not my worst. The theme of the day was The Powers That Be did not want me to sleep. I was amazed that I was able to make it to my 8:50 AM Property class. Which really wasn't all that worth it. Almost the entire class was taken up by an exercise discussing a hypo involving lateral support and interpreting the Massachusetts Building Code to see if it provides a private right of action. Fun times! After class, I proceeded to go back to my apartment, where I discover that my lock is broken on the door, and all I wanted was to be able to get in and go to bed. After a few very frustrating minutes, the lock gave way to my rugged masculinity, and I was able to sleep. For about one hour. Then, I heard a very loud pounding on the door as the maintenance people had arrived to paint my bedroom ceiling. There had been a leak that had stained it, and they were here to make it look pretty again. I would have appreciated some kind of heads up, but hey, so it goes. So, I stay awake as they paint my bedroom, and then they finally leave. Now, I can go back to sleep. Except for the fact that my bedroom is filled with paint fumes. Which is not a good combination. Anyway, I get back to sleep for another half hour, before I'm awakened by yet another loud knock on the door. More maintenance people. They came to check on the work. I really do appreciate the maintenance workers and their enthusiasm and thoroughness. But for the love of God, at that moment I just wanted sleep! Soon enough, though, there wasn't any more nap time, as I had to go to dance class. It was quite productive, and I'm amazed that I didn't get sick, considering my combination of lack of sleep, fried eggs, paint fumes, and much spinning.

Finally, after all of this, I was able to go home and have peace and quiet to myself and just crash. Right after I watched Gilmore Girls, of course.