Friday night.
The road blocks went up around five o'clock in the afternoon just outside our house. There were police officers everywhere. People were arriving all day. T had friends coming over from San Diego. Lovebud came from San Francisco and Nightingale and two friends visited from Santa Monica.
The first night The Expressos dressed up as smurfs. I used blue stockings for my legs and arms and we had painted our faces blue with tint. Girls are "supposed" to have small slutty costumes during Halloween so many girls just wear underwear and put on some wings to be a fairy. Being blue in your face is not sexy, but it's fun. We were walking along Del Playa and people pointed and yelled "Smurfs!" after us. Pokerface later told me that smurfs are invited to all parties, they just went to a house asking for a "Brian" or a "Phil" and got in. Del Playa was crowded with people dressed as pirates, flintstones and super marios. And I have a lot of compromising pictures of my friends making out with clowns and cavemen (actually it was the same caveman every time).
Lovebud had a midterm this morning and arrived late, she was supposed to call me when she got here, but my cell phone battery died. I had to hurry from a great party to get home and charge my batteries and be able to call her. Then she had already waited for almost half an hour! I felt so ashamed. On our way home we run into Flamingo, and invited him along. We had been five minutes at myspace before the door opened and people welled in. The invading army dried up all alcohol in the house and broke the sofa. One of the party people was my plastered TA and when he realized that he was at one of his student's place he told everyone that he could get fired for socializing with students. "Don't tell anyone and you'll get an A" he said, I laughed and told him that I would write it on my blog. He will not remember anything of it though, so wasted as he was.
Unfortunately there were so many people running in and out from our apartment so two iPods got stolen, which make my sad and angry.
The road blocks went up around five o'clock in the afternoon just outside our house. There were police officers everywhere. People were arriving all day. T had friends coming over from San Diego. Lovebud came from San Francisco and Nightingale and two friends visited from Santa Monica.
The first night The Expressos dressed up as smurfs. I used blue stockings for my legs and arms and we had painted our faces blue with tint. Girls are "supposed" to have small slutty costumes during Halloween so many girls just wear underwear and put on some wings to be a fairy. Being blue in your face is not sexy, but it's fun. We were walking along Del Playa and people pointed and yelled "Smurfs!" after us. Pokerface later told me that smurfs are invited to all parties, they just went to a house asking for a "Brian" or a "Phil" and got in. Del Playa was crowded with people dressed as pirates, flintstones and super marios. And I have a lot of compromising pictures of my friends making out with clowns and cavemen (actually it was the same caveman every time).
Lovebud had a midterm this morning and arrived late, she was supposed to call me when she got here, but my cell phone battery died. I had to hurry from a great party to get home and charge my batteries and be able to call her. Then she had already waited for almost half an hour! I felt so ashamed. On our way home we run into Flamingo, and invited him along. We had been five minutes at myspace before the door opened and people welled in. The invading army dried up all alcohol in the house and broke the sofa. One of the party people was my plastered TA and when he realized that he was at one of his student's place he told everyone that he could get fired for socializing with students. "Don't tell anyone and you'll get an A" he said, I laughed and told him that I would write it on my blog. He will not remember anything of it though, so wasted as he was.
Unfortunately there were so many people running in and out from our apartment so two iPods got stolen, which make my sad and angry.
Saturday Night Fever.
There were people sleeping on the floor and in every corner of our apartment, and everything was so messy. I went with the girls to get coffee in the morning and checked out the beach. Of course the girls from Santa Monica have a way better beach, but we still saw some dolphins!
Then we went downtown Santa Barbara. We didn't really have time for sightseeing before we got back. After dressing up, this time I was an iPod (isn't it ironic?). I got a lot of compliments for the costume...and a lot of pressing on my wheel too, making me sing in high and low volumes, skipping tracks and fast forwarding in songs.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
And now it's Sunday. Lovebud had to return really early to Berkeley and Nightingale and her friend went back to LA. I have a midterm tomorrow and two on Tuesday, so it's time to study now...
Halloween
Take off your jeans and Abercombie,
dress up like a butterfly or zombie.
See the girls in teeny tiny tops,
Zig-zag between the CSOs and cops.
Join the hubbub on DP,
but careful so you don't get a public intoxication fee.
Filter the SKYY through your liver,
and we're rolling, rolling down the river.
High Highlander and stoned Flintstone,
you never have to be alone:
Make out with Captain Jack Sparrow,
let an Apache pierce you with his arrow.
It's a night to be crazy, be insane,
nothing will pass the roadblocks on Memory Lane.
There were people sleeping on the floor and in every corner of our apartment, and everything was so messy. I went with the girls to get coffee in the morning and checked out the beach. Of course the girls from Santa Monica have a way better beach, but we still saw some dolphins!
Then we went downtown Santa Barbara. We didn't really have time for sightseeing before we got back. After dressing up, this time I was an iPod (isn't it ironic?). I got a lot of compliments for the costume...and a lot of pressing on my wheel too, making me sing in high and low volumes, skipping tracks and fast forwarding in songs.
Sunday, bloody Sunday.
And now it's Sunday. Lovebud had to return really early to Berkeley and Nightingale and her friend went back to LA. I have a midterm tomorrow and two on Tuesday, so it's time to study now...
Halloween
Take off your jeans and Abercombie,
dress up like a butterfly or zombie.
See the girls in teeny tiny tops,
Zig-zag between the CSOs and cops.
Join the hubbub on DP,
but careful so you don't get a public intoxication fee.
Filter the SKYY through your liver,
and we're rolling, rolling down the river.
High Highlander and stoned Flintstone,
you never have to be alone:
Make out with Captain Jack Sparrow,
let an Apache pierce you with his arrow.
It's a night to be crazy, be insane,
nothing will pass the roadblocks on Memory Lane.
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