Brown Boxes

Good lord, this is the last band­wagon I want peo­ple jump­ing on.

Let’s see… yes­ter­day morn­ing… I woke up around 8. Read Crypto­nom­i­con in bed until a lit­tle before 10. Went to wake up Thuong T, but she was already up. Went online and the first IM I get is from Peggy S telling me to post. So I do. Fol­lowed by check­ing up on other people’s blogs. Includ­ing Joz’s, which I haven’t been to in a while. She’s got a post about the world’s ugli­est dog. It reminds me of the rat mon­key clay­ma­tion mon­ster from Dead Alive. It’s scary that such a thing could exist in this world.

Any­ways, went back to the book after that. That’s basi­cally all I did all day, expect for my brief moment of human con­tact when Peggy S came over to pick up Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

At 5 I went down­stairs to watch Simp­sons, and got ready to go to Ali­son W’s farewell din­ner dur­ing That 70s Show. I was one of the first to get there, so I helped Ali­son W carry the food from her place out to the pic­nic area and got the grill going. She had SO much food! Ham­burg­ers, hot dogs, and chicken and ribs that she had made ahead of time, too. The ribs were awe­some, by the way… and a fam­ily secret of hers, so if you didn’t come try them yes­ter­day, you’re SOL now.

I had fun cook­ing and chill­ing. Quote comes from a ran­dom con­ver­sa­tion I over­heard as I went near Almira V to get a drink.

Sorry Esther P, but all of those things seem very implausible.

Oh, and if I could record sound effects, I would have a sec­ond quote from when Esther P bonked her­self and then Dorothea C on the head with an empty water bot­tle and asked every­one around them which sounded hollower.

Soon, it got dark and peo­ple slowly wan­dered home. The remain­der of the APhiO crowd went with Alice C over to Thoreau to check out her KHOP liv­ing space. It’s nice, except for the cur­rent lack of AC.

Then back to the pic­nic area, and we decided to go to Café Bernardo’s, since I still owed Ali­son W a wikki from our birth­days. We got there just at last call, and got five wikkis with only three IDs. And then the bar­tender for­got to charge us. Or maybe he was just hit­ting on Dorothea C in her hot Dorae­mon shirt. No one actu­ally downed their drink with me, though. I was sad… you ruin the wikki by not down­ing it! Well, not “ruin,” but it def­i­nitely tastes best if you down it imme­di­ately, giv­ing the ingre­di­ents no time to set­tle and separate.

Oh, and I know all the ingre­di­ents except for one now! The bar­tender use vodka, (some other clear liquor) gin, white tequila, triple sec, clear rum, amaretto, orange juice, pineap­ple juice, cran­berry juice, and 151 in the straw. And this one didn’t bother with the jig­ger; he just poured straight from the bot­tle into the straws. (He did have a pourer on the bot­tle, though. It would be MAD skillz if he didn’t.) I’m guess­ing the last item is either more vodka, or maybe gin. I’m gonna have to experiment.

After the wikki’s, I think orig­i­nally the plan was to go to Sophia’s, but inter­est seemed low, so we all went home. Took a shower, and then chat­ted online with Peggy S until sunrise.

Best of luck to you in LA, Ali­son W!

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