Saturday, Sunday, Monday

For a while, Friday - Saturday was all soccer games and Genny 14s. Without classes to steady students or Pluto to guide the stars, we were all like crazy people wandering aimlessly.

The soccer had team had unleashed a media blitz on the campus and made it socially mandatory to attend their first game. I walked up with Evan, Alanna, Neko, Laura, Dani, Emmy and Jinaabah, my constant companion. The game took a while took a while to get going. In the meantime, I sat next to a crazy Swimmer named Tucker who sat busily descrbing the techniques of swimming and the excitement of leaving among such eligible bachelors as the Swim Team might be considered.

I was excited when the game started. Brown looked good, disciplined, and without weakness. Its offense and Defense were equally skilled and had no trouble coordinating. Brown went up 1 - 0 in the 28th minute off a cross from the right flank. USD equalize before the half was out, but we left anyway. It was far too cold to stay.

Walking back, I called Travis and asked him what he was up to. DelBonis was having some people over his room and had "a fair amout" of alcohol available.

We got DRUNK.

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Saturday night corresponded with my salvation.

She was a sweet little brunette whose name had been running around my mind like a song whose catchy chorus wouldn't leave alone.

But I got her, in the end, I got her for a space and time that can only ever be ours.

Saturday Night's affairs were centered around a Freshmen Dance and a party at Delta Tao afterward. Evan kicked it off a little early, by making an appearance at St. Anthony Hall, and in the process losing my keys. (The truth was, we were quite lost, a little drunk and without any sense of direction. It is at times like these that indentured servants like keys tend to excuse themselves from dire situations and flee closed pockets.)

Evan was dressed as a Jedi in a bathrobe that I had lent him. I was dressed as Al Pacino from Scarface with a pimp, pin-striped suit and an Italian dress shirt that I unbuttoned far down my chest. The dance was supposed to be a superheroes gala, so neither Evan nor I were dressed properly for the occasion.

It was unnecessary.

Inside the dance, raw debauchery had broken out in all directions. Self-aware hussys had seized on the opportunity of superheores to wear virtually nothing. Thuggish jocks and frat-boys-to-be were shamlessly shirtless and entirely self-absorbed.

Grinding to the bass-driven rap only amplified the anonymity. Without seeign the face of the girl I was groping, my decisions seemed strangely uncomfortable.

I was also sober. That is worth noting because everyone else was QUITE drunk/high/hallucinating/tripping out various pharmacueticals or perhaps more illegal substances.

I got a text from Chanti and saw that she was on her way to the sordid affair, dressed as QuailMan, and already quite drunk. There were already forty QuailMen in the assembled mob of people inside the dance. I had no way of finding her or anyone else I knew in the dim, dimly light dance hall.

It was then that Fate, the finger of pointed destiny, rescued my obscure ashes.

Out the darkness and the dancing, Chantal formed quickly. She smiled and took my hand.

We danced for 45 minutes.

Exhausted, the Jersey girl required a smoke and a breather on the Pembroke Lawn. We left the dance and I nursed the growing nicotine addiction in my chest.

So I was at the dance, then in a room in Poland, then realizing that my keys were indeed missing and that I had know way of bringing her back to my room, I took her to the party at D - Tao.

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