everyone knows that's spoon. listen to spoon. they're great.
here comes a big one:
i'd like to start off by saying that josh is officially the best hugger on earth and drea's a total badass. michael also said that i wasn't to mention any village bicycles or any cooters that were finger banged in the hot tub. just everyone know that they were there.
friday
notch number one for someone, and i found out my favorite persian was a slut who, under the influence of excessive red bull and vodkas, will remove all the water from the hot tub and yell at the top of his lungs by himself. it happens. sweet d won "that's what she said" with "that was the best three inches of my life." michael insisted that he didn't partake in after hours pizza time and was pissed that he didn't get any of the leftovers, but i'm certain he's a liar, and i can prove it here.
we also, if you remember, and i hardly do, waited outside for a cab in some deserted neighborhood like we would catch one any second, as we might if we were in sf. this is about when sweet d began telling everyone how much she loves them. seriously though. the snow ball fight was the bomb awesome, thanks to j for plotting against everyone else with me. i do not though, appreciate the snow ball that hit the back of my head shortly after i fell down. reciprocity can be a bitch, persian.
this is the night that i also realized two things. a) i don't know how to deal with drama or girls crying. b)nathan is not a cuddler.
saturday
i think some people went skiing. i think some others waked, baked, and went on a absurdly long walk to what could maybe be described as "downtown stateline". my friends showed up, and everyone loved them, we could all tell from the screams echoing through the staircase all night long. we also went to a party where four of us wore stripes. i think this went unappreciated. also, let it be known that people from northwestern or apple or where ever, don't stand a chance at flip cup against us. we were just having a bad night.
sunday
i think i opted for laying in bed and making out over sledding. this makes me sad when i see the photos. please, friends. fill in this gap, because my story isn't entertaining. everyone got back, though, and suddenly very rowdy. the hot tub was awesome, thanks for forcing me in, but my dear friend nicole was definitely the superstar of the night. her friend randy was a close second. i'm really glad none of us got pushed into a fire. maybe it's because we're all republican yuppies who don't live in sf. oh! lets play bones again!
monday
again, opted out of skiing for make out sessions, which was a bad mistake on my part because i tumbled down the stairs like a weirdo klutz. i did something to myself. it hurt, and now its swollen and black. i didn't cry though, ask anyone who was there. i would like for everyone to know though, that this is about the point where i realized that shuvo was a mother fucking badass. and i didn't even know he had discovered a species of dinosaur at this point. all i knew was, he took off my shoes, dressed my wounds, wrapped me up, put on socks and boots and took care of me for the remainder of the weekend.
i'd have to say though, this is by far the most anticlimactic new years of my life. seriously, they couldn't have done some fireworks or dropped something or flashed some lights or even sponsored some sort of official count down? bunk. i loved all of you at that moment though. and then we laughed at fools fighting in the street.
this is also when i decided, j, that it's appropriate for me to take back all the times i said that you were not getting any from the ladies. it is clear to me now that you're a badass, and it's no longer important for me to help you at the bars.
i think i must have gone to bed early, because everyone just told me about the screaming coming from the room downstairs, i never actually heard it for myself.
tuesday
farewell. i woke up this morning spooned between two persian men, and i have to suggest to all that might not have had it, the persian sandwich is possibly one of the most awesome things in the world. we all got small and loving presents that nicole left behind for us, and when michael cut his finger, shuvo was well prepared with a sesame street bandaid from his wallet. respect, shuvo. respect.
all in all, i'd say it was a miserable time and i hope to never see any of you again.
*devon*
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