The only real downside of the evening was when Kitt, one of the housing coordinators, decided to stop by. And Dude was on the stairs. He was nice about it, but he told us we have a week to find Dude a new home. Well, fuck. We haven't been here a week, and we've already gotten busted. The funny thing was, Kitt assumed we were all over 21 too. Well, most of us were, but there were a couple underage drinkers over. Anyway, I think I'll take Dude home next weekend, wait a couple weeks, then bring him back. And then we'll have a better plan for hiding him.
Today I went to the 8-hour drawing thing for a couple hours, and in a little while I'm going to head back and watch the rest of it. It's quite interesting. It makes me want to write poetry, even though most of my poetry sucks. Woot.
Well... off I go. Ta ta.