Last night was the first party at the new place. One word: surreal. So much chattering in so many different languages, I would catch brief snippets of conversation that I could understand. Other times, I was lost in a sea of babble. All in all, it was a fun time. The Rook showed up for a while. I went to show him my room and the light bulb blows. So I switched bulbs with Sasha, the girl who's not back from England yet. Willis and Prachee come by, as well as Dana Dasch, so that was awesome too. It was really good to see and talk to some familiar faces. Lately I've been feeling a bit out of it.

Highlights from the night [in no particular order other than memory]:
1) Cops show up. Say we can have 30 people on the fire escape. Also that people have to shut up and stop singing bad french songs. Awesome.

2) Continuous feed of alcohol from 11 to 4:30. My liver hurts. I'm hungry.

3) To the dude who brought crepes at 2 am...that was awesome.

4) Prachee yoinking a tray of jello shots and scarfing them down, while drunk frenchmen lean on her shoulder.

5) A playlist not composed from ultimate videos...too strange.

6) Finding out that I live in a totally illegal situation. Apparently you can't have ten people living in a building zoned for commercial business.

7) Getting really drunk with my roommates, and bonding over strange occurrences.