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a good portion of the group wanted to wake up early and go to the holocaust museum and the white house and what not. we planned on leaving our nation's capital at 2:30 in the afternoon. I woke up at 11:45. The room was dead. "Hey, it's 11:45." People got up. they left at like 12:30. The plan was that they'd do some stuff, a few of us would sleep a little longer clean up eat breakfast and then meet them. So we did that. it was diane karleen meg andy john and myself. All but meg went to go to eat at the diner where jenn worked. we did, said goodbye and thanks to her, and left back for the house. We moved all of our stuff into the vans, and then everyone got into the van and was ready to leave. I go in to do a once over of the room and i could only find one cat. Jenn has two cats. It's not a large condo, so i checked pretty much everywhere, under things, inside of things, in places that you generally wouldn't look for a cat. And the condo was rendered essentially spotless as well, making my search much easier. One cat, no two cat. shit. So i went outside to relay the news, diane gets out of the van and we start scouring the neighborhood. we check over the house twice more and then we realize our sad state of affairs. we lost a cat. it must've run off when we were loading the van and now jenn only has one cat. diane called gary to ask if the cat has left before and if he/she goes any place special. As she's on the phone, i went upstairs to lock the door, and sitting on the fucking floor of the living room is that smug little shit. I'm like "cat, screw you, you suck, where the hell where you." and he/she was like "." Locked the door, told gary the good news, and got on our way.

Plans had changed, no longer were we meeting the other peeps, we were just drving straight to hoboken. so we drove. and drove. and listened to music and drove. got food somewhere i think. and then somehow it was decided to do a power hour in the car. andy had a cd he got off the inter-net, it sucked. a.) it was 70 minutes b.) every song started at the beginning c.) every song had a completely arbitrary cutoff point that wasn't one minute into the song but also was not at a logical break. But it was still fun to be doing a powerhour in a van driving to hoboken. We arrived in the fair city and bumbled around a bit trying to find obie's and eventually we did. one car was there, the other wasn't. But the other car was right behind us. i grabbed a beer and a jello shot and hit the shower, which was not warm.

oh yeah, meghan lori and oly were all there waiting for us, which was a nice surprise. After i showered, the night kicked off with a very fun powerhour (my cd). dancing singing, and me drunkenly filming the whole damn thing. other tomfoolery happened, and then it was time to go outside and smoke. that was done, john and i had a lot of fun at lori's expense for an extended period of time yelling at her for talking too loud when she was being very quiet. anyway, we did that, and then some more. and then back upstairs where i once again comandeered the camera and started running around filming random shit as i intermittently screamed "uh-oh, who gave the high kid the camera" but actually, as katie kept reminding me, i was saying "hamera." shenanigans were had. I, on film, both correctly predicted obie and karleen hooking up and filmed rich and steph making out, something that NO ONE remembered, including me steph and rich. but the proof, as they say, is in the pudding.

bed time was wicked late. john was making peanut butter and jelly in the kitchen without the peanut butter or the jelly. rich was snoring like a beast and i kept yelling at him and punching and kicking him and he didn't wake up or anything, that was funny. i dunno, this night was so so so much fun but i'm just beat down writing all this shit.

a fantastic way to end college tour. and adam had to be up in 2 hours to drive back to BC. I got to sleep until whenever i wanted though. ha.

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