The House Specialty was Pink Elephant

...as that was the sole drink Dave knew how to make.

The fact of the matter was, Dave, Warren, Lizzie and Bonnie (two most lively people I had not had the pleasure of meeting prior to last night) had spent some 72 hours straight building a fairly impressive bar. And by 'bar' I mean not just a bare plank of wood propped up uneasily on a few boxes, but a fully functional, leanable (it supported my weight) and very stylish contraption complete with a hinged 'door', three fridges hidden from view and a neatly concealed speaker setup. All-in-all, very nice. Last night was their test run, a lowkey party (the best kind, perhaps) that was generally a whole lot of fun. It hit 'enjoyable' without venturing into 'obnoxiously overbearing'. On that note, we even got to throw out some retards looking for random alcohol. Cool.

Also, in an interesting twist, I discovered last night that quite a few people I know are still on campus. The door would open, and lo and behold, another chap I knew would saunter in - all in varying degrees of inebriation. Conversation, as a result, was varied, and the discussion ranged from physics (duh) to bicycles to Womb Raider.

Oh, and Dave's coming along as a bartender. We hope to teach him a few new tricks soon.

Good Stuff.