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This was my Eastmas Eve:

Wander into lounge. Move furniture. Move furniture back. Move furniture a little more so that proper conversational groupings could be arranged. Get excited about shiny lights--yay! Retrieve sub from Jay's Place. Watch in awe as bar is set out. Finish sub just in time to not be overrun by bottles. Bring speakers to lounge. Bring power strip from Black Hole to lounge. Be a good frosh helper monkey and assist in plugging stuff in. Put on appropriately festive shirt. Go back to party. Have a hot chocolate with creme de menthe--yum. Retrieve Chem quiz. Nod knowingly at FAILING score. Have another drink--possibly Kahlua, milk and creme de menthe? Feel like being tipsy may be on its way to being achieved. Go back to room. Bug Christine over IM. Go up to Christine's room. Almost fall asleep on Christine's knees. Discover a Rudy at the door. Three-way spooning. Fall asleep for an hour. Get kicked out. Retrieve speakers.

Go to bed.

It actually feels like Christmas now. I've never really understood before how being alone for the holidays could suck, but I see it now. And there is no suckage, because at East you're not alone unless you want to be.

I should post a picture of the lounge, because it's beautifully festive. Perhaps I shall tomorrow.