This past weekend Kristy came up to visit.

   On Friday we attended the Phi Alpha Delta formal, which was held in the Veteren's Memorial.
   Those of us who intended to drink each donated $10 with which officers acquired alcohol which they made available at the event to those who had paid. Though Kristy & I had each donated $10, we brought our own higher quality alcohols in flasks to be assured a certain quality. But then Social Chair Tessie Cross told us that we were not allowed bring our own alcohol. However, I don't see how the alcohol we brought was any different from the alcohol THEY brought. Such a rule makes sense when a catering service is providing food/beverages and expects to be held liable for any results of consumption/embibement at a given event, but in this case everything was provided by members. On any account, as we had just finished our own alcohol supply the situation was moot.
   Anyway, Kristy & I had a pleasant banquet experience and I was pleased to introduce her to the numberous new pledglings whom had not met her yet. Kirill, whom I've rather adopted in lieu of the early disappearance of the pledglinig I was assigned as a little sib, got me a flask as a present, saying I seemed like a flask kind of guy. (=
   Towards the very end of banquet I was holding an empty alcohol container that was shaped like a globus cruciger, which I thought was rather novel, and its donator, Alvin, had said I could have. Social Chair Tessie Cross approached me and took it from me, explaining presumably "you cannot have that because _____" but none of the people I was standing with could understand what she said due to ambient noise. We just shrugged and let her make off with it. Shortly thereafter Tessie departed the event leaving the globus on a table with some other discarded trash, so I reacquired it.
   The traditional Pledge Party took place after the banquet starting at midnight -- as scheduling it the following day would have conflicted with the CoHo Formal, apparently. It consisted primarily of people standing around awkwardly for a little while and then dispersing. Many went to IHOP, where they had more fun.

   The next evening (Saturday), after various fun Davis-related adventures (such as Farmer's Market) we ended up at the Foyerhouse. What had begun as simply a plan for some of Kristy's close friends to all hang out with her on Saturday had escalated first to a facebook-event titled "Worship the Greatness of Kristy" (title not approved by Kristy) and then a semi-formal event when Kristy decided she wanted to wear her dress again. I wore my polka-dot tie, and Olivia also wore a dress. Britta & Julie came dressed as a devil & gangster, respectively, which I thought was awesomely random.
   I made some Glögg I had decided to randomly pick up at Cost Plus earlier and everyone loved it.

   Otherwise.. we just had a lot of pleasant adventures and it was quite fun.


Pictures
   Camera hasn't been working for some time now so no pictures )=


Graduation Party
   I'll be having a graduation party on the evening of the 16th, at the Foyerhouse. You are probably invited.

   Last Week Monday I was at G Street Pub, and I ran into my former roommate Adrian.
   Later on I'd walked halfway back to my car (which was parked a few blocks away in front of the Foyerhouse) When Allan called me to report that he'd found Adrian looking none too lively on a parkbench. I hastily returned to G Street to retrieve him. As I walked back with him to the Foyerhouse again and we were passing Aggie Liquor, we saw Taylor & Matty (who had been lollygagging in front of G St when we left there) pull up and run in for more alcohol. Silly. Anyway, I reinstalled Adrian on the couch he always used to pass out on in our apartment.


   Last Wednesday I dropped my car off at the mechanic and then stopped by the police station to see what the status of the case was. The bad news is that they couldn't tell me anything because the DA is still deciding what to do with it, but the good news is the DA apparently is thinking about doing something about it. Also, the officer at the front desk came out from behind the bullet-proof glass to talk to me, which I thought was a nice touch.


   Last Thursday evening my internet was down and my car was at the mechanics, and my internet was down so I walked from campus to this party at I & 5th.
   As I was walking past Bistro 33 with a 40 of Steel Reserve (high gravity lager!) in a brown paper bag, I noticed that on of the two well-dressed gentlemen waiting in front of Bistro had handcuffs on his belt. Then I noticed the other had a police badge on his. Then that guy asked me how I was doing. wtf, DPD detectives?
   Anyway, since I had to be back in that quadrant in the morning to pick up my car anyway, and it would otherwise involve walking across town to get home, and then back again in the morning, the residents of the Foyerhouse were kind enough to let me slumber there (Thanks again guys, Team S unite! =D )


   Friday morning I drove down to So Cal without incident. Except I hit LA around rush hour so a normally 7-8 hour trip took 10 hours. Stopped by the hotel in Anaheim where the conference would be and then continued to Mission Viejo. Kristy had come up from San Diego right after work and was already chillaxing with my family when I got there. We went to local / most awesome ever Italian restaurant Salvatore's.

   Saturday I had to scamper asap back to Anaheim since the conference began at 8am. I chaired the International Law Commission again, this time discussing Reservations to Multinational Treaties. About 31 delegates in the committee, and they were suprisingly good especially considering it was the first time for most of them. I really wish the UC Davis team would return to CalMUN Anaheim, its a great way to start the year.
   My friend Nidia came by to help out on staff but we ended up not needing her. That evening more staff than usual had scampered off whence they came so the usual festivities were rather lacking. In particular, Saturday night activities just can't be the same without technical services director Vern.
   On the subject of Vern in particular, I thought it was pretty funny that when we were reading the conference evaluations afterwords, generally negative feedback was only met with laughter. "DPI [Dept of Public Information - Vern] wasn't very courtious" "everything was good but DPI could me more accomodating" "DPI was a jerk!" etc, we all look for the best ones to read aloud for our amusement.
   So the usual antics being somewhat lacking, I scampered off to Nidia's, which it turns out was within walking distance. There an impromptu party was quickly developing. Among others who showed up, I was particularly suprised to see some of Aaron's friends (since Aaron knows Nidia through me, a chain of acquantances is developing here).
   Anyway, it was irking me that Kristy was only about an hour away, and I missed her, so eventually I scampered off down to San Diego.

   On Sunday then, my drive back to Davis was even longer because I was coming from San Diego.