Cabin fever set in this past weekend and suddenly half the house was en route to the City That Never Sleeps. I would say that the house was unnaturally quiet all weekend, but concert board eagerly stepped up to the plate to maintain a constant level of debauchery on Friday and Saturday nights. Wrestling matches sprung out of the general raucousness (I mean, come on, we have a tournament to get through) but once D and I realized that “we didn’t want to hurt each other, we wanted to love each other,” we settled our wrestling match through a game of patty-cake.... ending in a ten second pin by yours truly.
Sunday night, the prodigal sons returned and we cooked the fatted calf.... if by fatted calf we mean a slew of left overs. Less cholesterol. Soon after we were joined by a group of seven couch-surfing Koreans who are visiting the Boston area in order to fund-raise for their trip to Brazil. This is better than anything I could ever dream up. As M lead them from room to room, their eyes made little buttons in their faces and their mouths made little donuts that said “Oooooohhhhh!” as they saw the wardrobe, the snowflakes, the posters, the titties, and the tapestries. They are indefinitely residing in the third floor common room.
Sunday night, the prodigal sons returned and we cooked the fatted calf.... if by fatted calf we mean a slew of left overs. Less cholesterol. Soon after we were joined by a group of seven couch-surfing Koreans who are visiting the Boston area in order to fund-raise for their trip to Brazil. This is better than anything I could ever dream up. As M lead them from room to room, their eyes made little buttons in their faces and their mouths made little donuts that said “Oooooohhhhh!” as they saw the wardrobe, the snowflakes, the posters, the titties, and the tapestries. They are indefinitely residing in the third floor common room.
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