Spring Break Blowout

    Jeremy and I left Rock Camp around 7:30am on Wednesday the 14th, heading straight for CT. We picked up Jesse (via RT 66....that exit off of Rt 81 always makes me think of Dugald....) and magically, 10 hours later we just slipped by the tail en of NYC rush hour traffic, and crossed into CT. We listened to my iPad, on shuffle, the whole ride...and I tell you, it has a serious Beatles and Phish bias.
I dropped the boys off at my dad's house and rushed to Cleo. It was wonderful to see everyone again. We chit chattered late into the night, after I threw a book or two and Matt Piros and gave multiple hugs across the board, I headed back to my dad's and crashed out...exhausted from 14 hours of driving, 750 miles and so many friends. My eyes didn't open till 11am on Thursday (15th) even though I'd set alarms for 9:30am. I grabbed Jesse and Jerm and we headed out to Cleo. Mostly we just chilled...getting ready for the crazy party we were about to throw and introducing Jerm and Jesse to the various members of the house and their quirks. 

    Our VA DJs and Visual Artists arrived around 5 or 6pm, and we just gave them time to rest up, shower and get ready to throw down. Susan Helfrich began setting up blacklights and incredible spandex fabric decor, transforming the field house into an incredible, out of this world, party scene. Our fire spinners showed up (Find them at Sasha FireGypsy on the Facebook)....and even though Sasha had been sick as a dog the past few days, those girls were hot (pardon the pun) and ready to perform!  They Threw it down in front of the house all night long (after Roarke and I okay'd it with Campus Safety).
   We had seven DJs cranking....3 Cleo alums: DJ Oce, DJ Slava, and DJ BC as well as non Cleo DJs: DJ Viah, DJ Diabeats, DJ Gengar, and Artist Alex Kristoff. Brendan (DJ BC) brought his RCP commissioned/inspired dragon 'Tronic, which we hung as installation art above the bar.

While our attendance wasn't as high as we hoped: we weren't serving alcohol, and it was the Thursday before Spring Break. Despite all that it was one hell of a time. We ran around the house with Puff T. Magic-Dragon and around the campus a bit, freaking out freshman with giant glowing dragons and Molly's megaphone. I still lost my voice from too much screaming, smoking and singing.

Friday we chilled hard until evening, when all us Cleos and Jerm and Jesse (prospectives) partied down! Jeremy and I didn't get much sleep Friday night, so Saturday we took our time loading up the truck and getting the finality of my crap out of Cleo. I was in no shape to drive, after my weekend of sleep deprivation and debauchery....so Jesse got us past NYC, through Jersey into Allentown PA (with my help, how I stayed awake...the world may never know) where we stopped at a cheap and only mildly creepy motel. It had a heart shaped, red, whirlpool tub next to the bed (the whirlpools didn't work, and we didn't have hot water till 7am so the room only ended up costing us $10!!)
Sunday I powered through, dropping Jesse off in Manassass, and headed straight back for Rock Camp. We took the exit for the "back way" (159-311-3) but realized we were out of gas, and about to be in huge trouble, and magically found our way back onto the interstate and to an open gas station. Then just road rt. 219 (which runs all the way to Buffalo NY) home.
When we finally got up our bumpy dirt driveway to our cute, comfortable, welcoming farmhouse....we realized Seth was already in bed PASSED OUT and he'd locked us out. Jeremy and I spent an hour trying to jimmy our way into the house...and finally found our entrance. After such a crazy trip it felt good to be home. It didn't take Jerm long to pass out on the couch, and I headed upstairs to cuddle with Seth after missing him for over five days. Silly, I know...but I love the guy!