Sunday, September 24, 2006
Solidarity and the New Order of Things
When my senior friends graduated last May, I thought, gee, I wonder who I'm going to hang out with. So I planned. I planned to hobknob with the Phi Mu Alpha guys and "run with their crew" some. I thought it would be nice to have their support, chill with like-minded dudes and maybe even hang out with some ladies.
For various reasons, that whole scheme fell through. Or I lost interest in it. That is to say, when I saw most of them file into IV one Thursday night, I lost interest. There are some good guys there, but shit, what was I thinking trying to pine for their interest?
But no worries. Guess what happened? The Beat crowd has mixed with the Bench crowd. And they're generally fun people. Emrys Van Maren (or as I've dubbed, the MPU [Mobile Party Unit]), Patrick Whalen, Greg Moore, Kristi Nickles, Naomi's housemates, et al. are all pretty sweet. They have modest-sized parties and sit around campfires and listen to me play guitar! The void has been filled.
A new snackbar solidarity has emerged as well. Everybody seems to know everybody. (I would add further comment, but the only adjective I can think of is "cool.")
More items, cool and uncool:
For various reasons, that whole scheme fell through. Or I lost interest in it. That is to say, when I saw most of them file into IV one Thursday night, I lost interest. There are some good guys there, but shit, what was I thinking trying to pine for their interest?
But no worries. Guess what happened? The Beat crowd has mixed with the Bench crowd. And they're generally fun people. Emrys Van Maren (or as I've dubbed, the MPU [Mobile Party Unit]), Patrick Whalen, Greg Moore, Kristi Nickles, Naomi's housemates, et al. are all pretty sweet. They have modest-sized parties and sit around campfires and listen to me play guitar! The void has been filled.
A new snackbar solidarity has emerged as well. Everybody seems to know everybody. (I would add further comment, but the only adjective I can think of is "cool.")
More items, cool and uncool:
- The kilt-guy keeps asking to rub my head. I turn him down repeatedly.
- I've been enjoying drinking on the porch carbuncle-free. Not that I ever had carbuncles...er...you know who I'm talking about.
- Dr. Tsao takes us (Econ, Tony, Vanyle, Jack, Oatess and me) out to the Hunt Club after film class on Wednesday nights. And pays.
- Chase's friends, Erin and Laurel, come over and bake us cookies on Tuesday nights.
- Karen Miller and Kate Cook clean our kitchen. Often.
- Stacy Edwards is back, for better or for worse.
- Econ told me how to freebase DXM, for better or for worse.
- Dylan buys tons of shit.
- (italics indicates what Dylan has purchased on Ebay) We have two kittens named Rook and Claire (or Gary and Len...I raise these cats all summer and Luke has the gall to rename them the day I get here), as well as a couple outdoor cats named Mr. Fluffins and Smokey Balls; we also have an organ, a drumset, a sundry of stringed instruments, a trombone, a waterbed, a nordic track, a shit-kicking sound system, a couple bats, a host of uninvited rodents, a bug-zapper, two hookahs, and a shit-ton of burritos in our freezer. We still have a lot of room.
- Chase, in a whirlwind of disgust and perturbation, rearranged the living room. It looks great, and it's more comfortable and roomy now.
- Vanessa and Kyle, in case you didn't know, are no longer "in vanyle." They made it official a little while ago.
- The dishwasher works. Sort of. Luke fixed it.
- Here's the link to Nick's story on me. It's pretty good.
