oh dear

Penultimate day at the U of C before the summer.

Last night was the last day of the BJ dining hall -- it's getting wrecked to merge it with the dorm next door or something. Breckinridge (my dorm, if I haven't mentioned this) has a very strong culture, and a well-deserved reputation for loudness, rudeness, excitement, etcetera. We wanted to send the dining hall out in true Breck fashion.

We wrote a Brecklamation thanking BJ for being loyal subjects of the Breckimpire, expressing our regret at the necessity of moving our capital (Breckital?), and our desire to continue our tradition of ruling with iron fist and iron heel. We passed out copies of this over all the dining hall tables.

Salisbury House's table is immediately next to ours, and we frequently occupy it when we run out of space at our table (our house is considerably larger than most BJ houses, among other things...) While extolling the virtues of BJ, we listed each of the houses -- e.g. "snow-capped mountains of Mathews" -- and specifically excluded Salisbury, as they're simply part of our capital now.

Within a very short period of time, the Head of Housing expressed great amusement at our Brecklamation, and specifically asked that it be read out loud to the entire hall. (We had already planned that, of course.) Next, a Salisbury RA asked one of our RHs if we had specifically excluded Salisbury from the list. She told the RA that he'd have to ask the people who wrote it. (Reportedly, he turned around to the Head of Housing and said, "Yeah, it was intentional.")

We all got dressed up and brought tablecloths, bubbles, balloons, wavy things, et cetera.

Finally, we brought a set of speakers and treated BJ to a music and eventually dance party. We started out with something classical, and gradually deteriorated, moving through "It's Raining Men" to "I Touch Myself." (At several points, for excellent songs, we got up and danced or sang along, particularly for "Don't Stop Believing.")

The whole thing lasted over 3 hours. It was pretty much the best party evar.

And then there was drunken Star Wars, and brownies. It was pretty fucking sweet.

In other news:

The fact that my relationship is going long-term in, like, the second week is pretty much teh suck. We've been spending a fair bit of time together, given that it's exam week and we both really need to pack.

Not coming up with anything deep right now, will update later.