Unfortunately, this weekend did not start on a Wednesday given the tropical downpour that trapped Nest-goers indoors because their housemates thought the rain a good excuse to curl up and watch Dexter. Thursday passed in the same depressing mode, but Wesleyan stepped up to the plate on Friday, serving up a rowdy crowd at the packed Jurassic Park screening at the Goldsmith Family Cinema. Enthusiastic sophomore Trevor Dorn-Wallenstein ’15 even dressed the part in a dino onesie. Good for him.
An hour after movie-goers stumbled out of the family cinema, people began to congregate at Senior Fauver and whatever silent party was going on on Fountain. Digression: What is up with Fountain this year? Where are the fun parties? And the extremely loud speakers? And people dancing on tables who are not bad dancers in leggings and crop tops? The most fun I’ve had on Fountain this year was that brief moment when PSafe (coming through to “move us along” out of the streets) took pity on me and humored my request to blast his radio for two seconds. Moving on: Cross was popping, briefly. Shaqapulco had a DJ installed next to a plant and a strobe playing grindy music which kept the jock-and-freshman crowd carry on off-tune. It was hot and steamy and sweaty and great. Not as hot and steamy and rainforest-like as the Gote Room Party at Eclectic last Senior Week, but nothing can rival that kind of tropical.
Saturday started off with confusion when study types at Sci Li were puzzled by the disappearance of the snazzily upholstered, 60s-inspired “puzzle” chair that they no doubt texted a vote for. The P-Safe Bulletin Board has no updates on the matter at this time, but an anonymous tipster confirms being confused at seeing the chair “next to the stop sign opposite Sci Li” with a sign that said “something about selling seats… and souls.”
Later, Middle East Studies people headed to the WIRAC International Relations conference on the Arab-Iranian Cold War, where students who had perhaps taken too much flu medication were happy when the break came along and they could stuff their faces with the variety of cookies on offer in a failed attempt to wake up. Very much later that night, the Fountain backyards were spewing foam outdoors and people were blowing it all over the place: