Monday, January 23, 2006

Theory of Relativity
or
A Party Fit for a King

In case you missed it, gentle readers, I had a party on Saturday night. What better way to celebrate returning to my studies than a great big bash at my place? And oh, it was such a success, I can't even begin to describe it.

Several of my guests noticed that the Leader or Poster-child of every single major subculture at Wash U had attended: Frat boys, goth kids, hippies, gamer geeks, RA's, atheletes, hipsters, exchange students, honor students, and drop-outs. Even Bryan, who doesn't attend Wash U, made his debut appearance. (Watch out, ladies!) All partying side by side in my apartment.

I received a new title. My friend Jana declared that I was "The King of Wash U" because the nobles of every walk of life convene at my "court."

King. I like that. Simple, yet to the point. I think I'll put that on a t-shirt.

As for relativity, suppose - and this is completely hypothetical gentle readers. Suppose that a soccer-ball sized hole appeared in one's drywall after a wild birthday party. Try to imagine that. That would be a rather large hole, wouldn't you say? It might, metaphorically speaking, put a hole in the tenant's piece of mind. Cause a bit of worry. It might look enormous in her imagination. Gigantic. A perilous portal into the world of home repair.

But then suppose that a second hole - this one, the size of a college freshman - appeared in the adjacent drywall after another raucous party (just suppose, people). The first hole would suddenly appear a lot less severe, don't you think? The tenant might even wonder why she had worried about it in the first place! haha!

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