last night, sitting on bar stools around a carved up wooden table in the Bear's Lair, surrounded by great friends, singing along to "thirty-three" (amazingly enough - see my last entry) and then belting out Cal fight songs while chugging (or in my case, trying to chug) some quality lager, was one of the college experiences that i'll hold dear. the discussion of exosquad and brisco county jr, the bash brothers and platefuls of nachos, the waterfalls and punishment pounds, the bisexual experimentation and streaking that never quite came to fruition, the bouncer checking our ids on the way out because its so easy to mess with the inebriated, the wobbly wanderings and attempted wedgies, the dancing in the breezeway that we just couldn't get past, the christened trash cans and the favorite one named Dmitri, the urification of strawberry creek and its surrounding vegetation, the near-midnight runs to yogurt park and that soviet-esque liquor store for some raspberry cider, the bass accompaniments as we kicked back in tejas' room, and the long trek back across berkeley...

thank you nick, lauren, mark mcgwire, steph, kat, candice, kay, and tejas for a great night.