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Oct. 13th, 2002 11:35 pmA good weekend, I think, although as usualy I didn't get done nearly as much as I'd hoped, in terms of school work. Oh well. I really enjoyed going out with Jamie to the Dylan show on Friday. It was fun camping out behind the theatre, and it was fun doing it with Jamie, who is just tremendously cool. It's nice to get to know a house member better, and she had some captivating tales from summertimes in Guadalajara... think of Kerouac but highschool aged, female, and in Mexico.. and random adventures that somehow end up taking you to Cuba for a few weeks.
Last night's Pajama-Wama was awesome. The housemembers seem to agree that it was the best party this house has hosted, which is, I think, saying a lot. The band was great, the DJ fantastic, and it was nice to get to know more of the housemembers a little better, and the dancing was tremendous. I was a bit pissed because of a certain invited guest who decided she'd rather stay at home and watch TV instead. What the hell? It feels like a bridge-burning of sorts, a nonchalant shrugging-off. I considered this a bit in my own private discotheque, then rejoined the happy masses downstairs.
The DJ really was fantastic, and at some point Taylan plugged in the strobe light (whose existence we had just collectively remembered whilst planning the set-up for our room, set-up which proved superfluous). It was nice having such a familiar, energetic, happy, anything-goes group on the dancefloor, fun to watch and fun to be a part of, but at times it's all too much; directly: it would have been nice to have a few more straight girls! as it is the group is amusing and lovely, but at times I feel awkwardly excluded. I guess I need to get out more, or something.
The afterparty, too, was nice, piling 23 of us into the "cuddle puddle"/"sex pit" (which is far more innocuous than that name implies), singing Beatles, and other, songs.
Last night's Pajama-Wama was awesome. The housemembers seem to agree that it was the best party this house has hosted, which is, I think, saying a lot. The band was great, the DJ fantastic, and it was nice to get to know more of the housemembers a little better, and the dancing was tremendous. I was a bit pissed because of a certain invited guest who decided she'd rather stay at home and watch TV instead. What the hell? It feels like a bridge-burning of sorts, a nonchalant shrugging-off. I considered this a bit in my own private discotheque, then rejoined the happy masses downstairs.
The DJ really was fantastic, and at some point Taylan plugged in the strobe light (whose existence we had just collectively remembered whilst planning the set-up for our room, set-up which proved superfluous). It was nice having such a familiar, energetic, happy, anything-goes group on the dancefloor, fun to watch and fun to be a part of, but at times it's all too much; directly: it would have been nice to have a few more straight girls! as it is the group is amusing and lovely, but at times I feel awkwardly excluded. I guess I need to get out more, or something.
The afterparty, too, was nice, piling 23 of us into the "cuddle puddle"/"sex pit" (which is far more innocuous than that name implies), singing Beatles, and other, songs.
