In some sense, this whole shindig [read: blog] could be considered the beginning of the end.
But really today marked it.
It was our choose-your-own-theme theme party, a theme fitting for the party sending us all off on our respective life paths. I suppose the majority of those paths were pre-determined; mine the least so.
So, I'll chronicle the day.
I worked a lot. But left early for the sake of the party and gathered the necessary elements from the liquor store and the Trader Joe's near my place of work, so that I could get home and start to clean before my roommates got back. Having a car does have its perks.
I transformed my bedroom so that it actually looked like a) a place where people could live and b) a place where people could chill during our party. [The first theme, by the way, was mostly Titanic, complete with tunes from the second soundtrack and liner notes + a poster from the first two albums.]
It ended rightly, with the important folks doing a sing-a-long at my 14-year-old keyboard (shitty Casio from the 90s), my roommates playing my XBox game of RockBand 2, and everyone else dissipating at the appropriate pace. Plus, some long-lost friends showed up, to my delight.
Cambridge is my favorite.
