October 3, 2008

“Sorry J, but in the real world, you can’t take a note to the principal when the drunken model eats your homework.”

It seems both Mother Nature and Wall Street agree that misery loves company. But no matter the condition, whether it be raining cats and cows or a chilly 54 fahrenheit, nothing will come between a party girl and her party. Davis kids, true savs - clad in skim gold digger costume, some lingerie adaptation of feline, or the like - walked the Russell Walk Friday Night, determined to find something not yet broken by the authority of the four-car Davis Police Fleet. A sad attempt at rivaling Santa Barbara occurred on Radcliffe Dr., but a drunken Minnie Mouse found herself in front of a moving car and the block party was shut down in less than an hour. Oh, the poor, poor barren and bootylicious female elite, drenched from head to ho; Halloween was more a vision of angst than ASSet if anything.

But despite this, a Grecian, a Satanist, a flapper and Cho Chang - accompanied by an assortment of hype beasts, Batmen, Ladies Men, suicide bombers and french maids - weaseled their way into a house haunted by questionably festive K-mart decoration vomit that covered the walls. When we returned, our dorms (and our stash of ramen) never looked so good. My hazy fatigue compromised my memory, but I can recall that we slept somewhere between thirty minutes and an hour before heading over to the DC for brunch.

All in all, Halloween was bust. The night after, however, not so much. Unfortunately, we had a few misses, and exploited our friend’s celebrity to get past a Storm Trooper (no joke.) but it ended up being the best night I’ve had since I have been in Davis. The Korean pilot and Jabbawockeez and group of random white kids from San Jose State and beyond, made it so.

As I conclude these recollections, the sun is finally visible through the depression that is a thick blanket of grey cloud. Two midterms and two papers ago, it seemed as if I wouldn’t ever see the light of day - and I really haven’t since last Tuesday - but now, things are looking up.

But, we still must beg Fortune to not elect yet another Republican to office, one with a halfwit as a VP, a drug-addict of a wife, and just three years left to complete the average lifespan of a man his age. No doubt the Presidency will speed things up.

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