Friday

*Disclaimer: bad grammar lies ahead*

The evening began wonderfully. Colleen and I won 2 games of beer pong in a row. We felt unstoppable. Then it took us 4 tries to high-five. The next game didn't go so well. We lost to Wisconsin, who then lost to Ohio State. We were rooting for Wisc. that time.

Hail to the victors was louder than any other cheer that night. I'm surprised the police weren't called.

Later on, Clark was trying to prove that he had more spirit than me, but i pointed out that i had painted arms while he did not. Then he pulled two bottles of paint out of nowhere and squirted them on his arm (red and brown) mixing them and making maroon.

I also met Ted, my former enemy. I decided i should stop making enemies with people based on what they reply to the mailers, because if they work at cisco chances are they're pretty cool.

Even later, rum spilled on me. literally. there was talk of setting me on fire but luckily that didn't happen because it probably would have resulted in a trip to the hospital, where i would have then been cited with an MIP.

The night ended with a ride home in the back-back, at night, on the highway. It was kind of frightening, especially because i had no clue where we were 90% of the time.

Shopping

We were walking around the mall trying to find everyone else and, as usual, Kevin disappeared. So I was hanging around with Amy and Colleen (among others) waiting for Kevin to come back. After about 10 minutes of waiting, I asked if they had any idea where he could have gone. Colleen probably remembers the look on my face when she said "yeah, he went down to Express Men with Breneman," just before I sprinted to the stairs. I still have no idea what the hell we were waiting for up there.

In the time it took me to try on jeans at Express, the rest of the group

• browsed the Apple Store
  
• watched Estelle buy a MacBook Pro
• walked at least one lap around the mall

My thanks to Tatyana and Kevin for hanging around the fitting rooms to tell me which pants made my ass look big.

Andrew was pregnant last night.

'nuff said.


oh, and grab-twist-pull.