First Night Here

I have survived my first night here.

Yesterday night, I finally get to meet the RA flatmate (he's the only one moved in, but he tells me an Italian girl will be joining us soon - SCHWING!), and I'm pretty sure he already thinks Joe and I are a couple. It didn't help that he walks into my room while we are sitting close on my bed (we're watching super bowl commercials on my computer) and we're singing "These Eyes" together (it's a good song). Anyways, our constant talk about "Honey, what do you want for dinner?" and me saying "Sweetie, you need to clean up more," probably doesn't help.

Later on in the night I have some friends over from orientation and we relax with a few rounds of King's Cup. The cup in this game is specifically deadly as we are playing with beer, white wine, and red wine. Needless to say the game is highlighted by my friend Paul suggesting that the Jack be for "bagface", in which you must put a bag (seeing and drinking holes) on your head, until the next Jack is pulled.

Bagface is declared a masterpiece when Joe also invents the rule that bagface must also preface all statements with the phrase "Bagface say..."

If you are unaccustomed to King's Cup, it is a silly college drinking game, the rules of which can be found written on the walls of several frats at UC Berkeley.

Also, don't worry, we would not allow the bag to stay on long enough to have any risk of suffocation. We're all UC kids and were way too cautious about that from the start.