Kick-Butt Hall Christmas 2003.

As the snow came down in wind-laden sheets yesterday (YAY!), I had my early afternoon fill of FFX-2. Around 4 PM or so, I braved the storm and walked from my dorm to Esopus, taking me twice as long as normal. Tonight would be Kick-Butt Christmas in Esopus. It was determined that we needed more stuff for tonight's party, so Wyatt and I headed back out into the heavily falling snow into town, where we collaborated on an idea for an original novel. Looks like we will be teaming up to write, bwahaha! We arrived cold and frozen to Eckerd, where we got our needed stuff--lights (including a blue ball of lights which was cool), some Oreos, and other party-related stuff. Back out into it, we plodded our way back to Esopus, where Wyatt began to get increasingly jumpy, looking like he was an expecting father. As it turns out, Egon would provide live music, singing songs from his album "Your Kid Sucks." It's a great album. Never have I heard an album with so much sodomy, it's hysterical. Wyatt told him to keep it on a G level, so songs like "Bite My Penis" would be sung as "bite my pen 15." "Fuck a Duck" would become "Do A Duck," and so it goes. Other music would be sponsored by Adam, known tonight as DJ Cady. Thank God for iPods. Liam and Egon would set up also.

As expected, around 9 PM, people began to show up to Kick-Butt Christmas--and for me, the turnout was much higher than most of us had anticipated. People from other residence halls came to the party. Word was out, man--people from Bevier, LeFevre, Crispell, and Deyo were there. Tryn, Kate, and L.J. showed up, and finally Julio (with his usual posse of women). After some music from DJ Cady, Egon would play his first set of songs--censored as ordered by the good Christian Wyatt. Good shit, I thought. After he finished his first set, half the original turnout left--for it was at that moment, the pizza and pirogies were gone. Still, many of us stayed till the very end. I was running around with a camera taking pictures of girls dancing (grin!) and Nick kept getting into my line of vision--damn it! Then Tryn took my camera away and it got lost in the shuffle, where it would be returned to me about ten minutes later. By now, I was highly caffeinated. Bright Eyes and his crew would leave and go outside pelting each other with the powdery snow. By popular demand, Egon played a second set of songs, this time uncensored (since our censor wasn't in the room). Hilarity ensues. Then Wyatt comes back and the room and we all stare at him. He concedes, and gives the okay for the uncensored songs. Fuck a duck! His last song was a doozy as he flipped out in true punk-rock style. A great end. By around 11, 11:30, only a handful remained as DJ Cady played some final songs before the party came to an official end.

Clean-up didn't take long, and finally Wyatt pulled out the alcohol-removed champagne. Kat had the honors of opening it, and it was a funny image--she had the bottle between her legs and after a few seconds, the cork burst and sailed into the ceiling, where it became stuck. We toasted to ourselves, the proud members of Kick-Butt Hall. The party, however, would continue for us as we decided to head to the Deli of Convenient. Along the way, various snow fights broke out amongst us, adding fun and cold to the night. Walking, we (Dave, Catie, Kat, and myself) covertly planned to charge Wyatt, and on a signal, we rushed him. Strong kid he is--four of us hanging off him, and he didn't budge. Finally, someone in the fray grabbed his legs and after a minute or so, he finally went down into the fluff.

When we got back, it was close to 3 AM, and we shared some wonderful comedic hilarity with Liam and one other whose name escapes me. Big Bear would show up a little later, and as it was, the non-virgins outnumbered the virgins 5-3. 2 of those 3 virgins were virgins not by choice--Liam and myself. Woo! I also learned that some of us have sicker minds than I originally thought--knowing sick things like felching...(shudders)and sick sexual things involving shit. AGH! God...people are nasty. Anyway, around 3:30, I finally took my leave and walked back to my dorm. By now, the storm had officially ended. No more snow was falling. I like the end of a snowstorm--everything is so eerily silent, save for the sound of your own breathing. The whole campus is blanketed under a veil of night, contrasted by the whiteness of it all, making a very pristine picture. After I thawed myself out in my dorm, I crashed at 4 AM, making it the latest I've stayed up in my life. Thus ended Kick-Butt Christmas 2003.

I wonder how these pictures are gonna come out...hee hee. Now...I have to write a paper that I've been putting off for forever and a day. No more procrastination. I've ran out of procrastinating room. I don't wanna do this paper, but alas, I have no choice.

Look at all the snow...