Ice Breaker 2.18.11

What better way to break the ice than to have an on-campus party called "Ice Breaker". I say: There isn't.

Friday after the first week of classes had arrived: Worthy of a celebration, indeed. It was time for the entire campus and all nationalities to put on their party pants and get to know each other a little bit. For us girls, it was a great reason to crack open a bottle of wine, get dressed up, and dance. We really didn't need a whole lot of arm twisting. Then you add showing up fashionably late and... bing, bang, boom - you have yourself a recipe for social success.

There was grilling, outside bartenders and a d.j., and of course the Bassment Bar was open for business and packed as can be with yet another d.j. on deck. For being a small school, they know how to throw a party.

My favorite RAs who are cute as a button (guest bartenders).

And of course, the crew:


Liza, Sarah, me, Molly, Audrey, & Megan!

  There was fist pumping and alot of dancing. There wasn't much more that I could have wanted.

Just kidding. I wanted a legit after-party. Check. Yup, had that too. At 10:30 (quiet hours on campus) there were coach buses waiting out front of campus to drive us down the hill (cuz it's nearly impossible to walk in heels) and take us to Hotel Steyne. ICMS had planned a rooftop after-party for us. Yes, you read that right - coach buses took us down the hill to drop us off at a hotel rooftop VIP party exclusively for us.

Just for fun, this is how amused I was upon riding in a bus down the hill:

That's right, folks. I had been in Australia for 3 weeks and was still THIS amused with driving on the different side of the road. Apparently culture acceptance is a gradual thing.

Back to the party... Legit? Yes. There was shenanigans to be had. After dancing our faces off on the rooftop, we got warm and headed outside back to the corso. It was time for pizza. Flute man played us a tune as we enjoyed our extra large slice of Margherita Pizza. When we were sitting in the middle of the Friday-night chaos, this local couple ended up sitting beside us. We took the opportunity to talk to them for a hot minute and... they were adorable. Hard to put into words... but they reminded me of Dus and  I.

It made me remember how much I was missing my best friend and wished he was VIP-ing with us. That was plenty for one night: 6 hours of dancing followed up by a slice of pizza. Pretty much my norm in a nutshell.