"He's gay . . . and asleep."

Ms. Hannah took Boston/Cambridge by storm this weekend, geeking it up all day at the Wizard World comic con and partying all night at my hip college!student social activities.

Friday was a very formal evening of wine and cheese. I hadn't brought any dresses from home, so I dragged Meara along to the Garment District to buy two dresses, pastel pink fishnets, and cowboy boots. I ended up deciding my fuchsia prostitute boots are more formal than cowboy boots, but should an cowboy boot-requiring emergency ever arise, I'll so be prepared.

If the whole MIT thing doesn't work out, I'm considering a career as a cheeseballs model. What do you think?

And here's me being overwhelmed by a laugh riot as I pwn everyone in foosball.

A final picture that sums up the evening is perhaps too explicit to post here for fear of retinal damage to innocent, unsuspecting eyes. But if you'd like to see our suitemate Brian in all his glory, here's the place to do it. I'm responsible for the left one. ;D [And he started the evening so well-dressed, too. Insert clicking of tongue, shaking of head, etc.]

Nate— Hannah, my mom, and I agree: your MIT double.

On Saturday we went to our old standby, ΖΨ, for d&d [drinks and dancing, of course]. Followed it up with some ass [pizza], and then off we bopped to 41W for an underwear dance party, where our wildest desires were legitimized [A. Brinser, 10/02/05 2:11:46 PM].

Some v. good songs were played & some v. cute chests were bared.

When threats of the CP's arrival loomed [having fun is prohibited?], we gathered our clothes and made our way back to Bexley Hall for some chill time in 106b. I witnessed perhaps the most hilarious imitation of Lauren evar & Keekz showed off his astounding ignorance of US geography. No, Delaware is not in the midwest. <3

On Sunday afternoon, I had the most delicious dinner hosted by the housemasters. Oh-em-gee. I wish I had the menu to share with you. Or maybe just the chef, because he certainly could tell you about each dish in great detail. Squash with sage and garlic, sweet potato ravioli with maple sauce, slow roasted carrots and endives, salad with pear and just— mmmm. Food.

After dinner I went to check out Bexley's dodgeball match. I missed the beginning because of athletic center bureaucracy, but what I did get to see was pretty exciting. The entire dorm was put on the roster, which is kind of sexy. Though not as sexy as the spandex some players were wearing. And then toward the end, all three teams that were there [some frat, and a floor in another dorm] got on the court, and I was peer pressured into participating by Brian.

Except dodgeball is so not my thing. No upper body strength = can't throw ball at speed of light = people catch the ball when I throw it. So I can't do anything except stand there until I get hit and get out or attempt to throw balls and get out. Definitely prefer spectating. But it was fun. Getting out and chanting things at the other team is so my thing.

And that was pretty much my weekend.