Welcome to Spring Quarter

What do I say about this weekend, except that Spring quarter has officially begun. Santa Barbara may be the one place that celebrates for the sole reason of having good weather. Friday was reminiscent of the spring break parties seen on MTV, with people drinking on the beach, playing countless numbers of beer pong games, floating on rafts, blasting music, and hanging out in the neighbors’ spa. I would love to give you a play by play from here on out because it would probably be a good laugh, but unfortunately this is where things get blurry. I managed to step on glass, shower and get ready while being inebriated, and later found myself in a pseudo euro-techno club, dancing and being spilled on from every direction. I stepped outside only to find all my closest friends in the front yard, passing around full handles of vodka, chain smoking, and yelling obscenities at others passing by. Soon enough, we had a man down, or should I say a woman, and I had to take care of one of my friends, as if I was capable of taking care of myself at that point. It’s safe to say that the night ended with more techno music and a couple of noise violations. I wandered home with my roommate (otherwise known as my partner in crime), encountering no arrests, no broken hearts, and some great memories.

But hey, that was only Friday. Fast forward to Saturday night, and you get a highlighter party and a lot more celebrating. Who knew it was so fun to write all over your friends and complete strangers? Lets just say that this is where some lessons were learned. One lesson being that jungle juice should come with a label that says, “Drink with caution.” Another lesson being that being blacked out is not glamorous and doesn’t excuse anything. Rule number 76: no excuses play like a champion. Until next weekend…cheers xx.