Vaporizers, Midnight Chemistry, and Absolut Belated Birfday -
Brown University Blows My Mind

We started off at Josiahs for a late evening snack. I was sure that it was a Quesdilla night, but much to my disappointment, I discovered that the Stir Fry was actually on the schedule.

We left Jo's and walked up to the Store 24 on Thayer. I bought cups, a bottle of Dr. Pepper, a bottle of Coca Cola (classic) and a bag of Fritos.

Only later in the evening would I fully understand the importance of the Fritos.

We started pre-gaming in my room with a half liter of Bacardi that Paul had brought up on the visit from Portsmouth Abbey. Mixing first with Dr. Pepper (the preferred mixer for Rum of any sort) and then with Coke, Poland House found itself lookign warm and effervescent.

We- Dave, Collen, Joy, and myself- began the evening by going up to Tuckers room were he had recently installed $100 of qualitity dance electronics. They were just chilling in that room so we rolled further into Keeney and found ourselves with Mischa on the fourth floor of Jameson overlooking the film noir Providence cityscape.

Mischa was deep on the pot. Using a German manufactured Vaporizer, Mischa vaporized his already high quality weed to create a pure, transculent THC that slowly filled up a large plastic trashcan on top of the machine. Once the thing had filled completely, Mischa would take the bag off, attach a mouthpiece, and offer the device to a ready circle of parisioners.

I took several hits, while putting away the Miller Lites that some kid was distributing out of a backpack. By the time, I had found Evan downstairs and brought him back to the party, things were COMPLETELY out of control. Seven or so Freshmen guys were circled around the 15 inch MacBook Pro and were tripping out to Steve Jobs designed visualizations.

I got a call from Schuyler and met him back at my room on the second floor. He was with Julie D, of Portsmouth Abbey fame, and together they had purchased me a bottle of Absolut.

Across the top of the bottle, scoth tape over the Label were the words

ABSOLUT BELATED BIRFDAY

So we hit that, and within a few moments, all of the Absolut was gone. A flashdance party formed and rode the instant intoxication. Dave found a six pack of Budweiser in the fridge and distributed it. I was dancing on the desk and singing songs with people who didn't know where they were.

When the Party finally broke up (on account of drought) I was whisked away to Wriston Quad and into the melee that is Fraternity Partying.

There were WAY too many people at Phi Psi so I went across the Quad to Sigma Chi and began dropping names until I struck solid gold finding a member of the sailing team and telling him that I needed to talk with Preston inside.

Dave and I were in and off. We took a couple of beers and watched the quirks of an alternate Beirut. We got out, tried a second pass at Phi Psi and finding myself again unable to get in, sat outside with Rachel, Kirsten and Chantal smoking cigarettes with some other people that I did not know.

I vaguely remember reciting a version of Ginsberg's 'A Supermarket in California' for the masses.

We got in. I danced with Maggie, of B.U.S.T. , and with some other girls whose name came to me miraculously in the sweating air.

I went outside with Chanti, Kirsten and some other people. I began to slip out of conciousness.

I felt very cozy and cuddly.

I felt like a care bear.