unpacking like it's my job

Well my weekend did not include a wild fistacuffs incident. No blows were aimed at my head and no death threats were wished upon my life. However, there was a rather vibrant soiree at a friend's house on Saturday where in the only ass whooping that occured included my beer pong (yes beer pong not beitrut) team's assault on the other pairs that came our way. Our most noteable attack included my sinking a missile-like shot into the top cup in the 10 cup pyramid followed immeadiately by an ultra sneak attack bounce by my partner to start the game off with a three cup kill and another cup to follow. The rest of the night fuzzes into multi-colored shades of blurriness but I assure you one thing was clear: I very much missed all of you that evening, from reminiscing the crazy games of beer pong in Harkness to fun nights in Plant to all sorts of crazy things. While this night of debauchery and exploration into our well-known world of drunkness was fun and opened my eyes to things I have not seen before (i.e. random things my friends have said or a random body part here and there) I did not experience the same life changing revelations that Chester did with his fungi. This party was most definitely the highlight of a week that was full of dust, unpacking and packing boxes, and all around boringness. I hope that you all are having a wonderful time doing whatever it is that you are doing. Much love to you all!!