Office hours chill.

I just put on the new Tycho album, Epoch. It's pretty great so far, at least the first song is.

I'm also doing SAAC office hours, which really is just sitting in a chair and being available, I guess. I might watch some comedians who are going to perform at NACA also, but I probably won't.

Last night was a lot of fun. SDT had a screw party so I of course went with the Ash-Masta. We didn't go downstairs for too long, and about 20 minutes after getting down there people started to leave. I felt bad for Ashley, she wanted to be the DJ but she didn't have any good songs to play so people started to leave. After everyone left, I started playing my own music and me and Ashley danced for probably half an hour. It was some of the most fun I've ever had with that girl. We have the same taste in music and that's a huge deal.

Before the party, Laugh club went over to Wilbur hall to do some improv with the residents there as a part of the RA's social event. It was definitely fun, but with no warm up and difficult games sometimes the actual improv grinded to a halt. I asked the RA if she wanted to join the club, and she seems like she wants to be a part. We might have just recruited someone, and that's pretty cool.

I also challenged Austin to a write-off because we had opposing ideas as to how a certain skit would go. The idea was that a person had his life in the balance and was sentenced to death by hanging. Before he would be hanged, there would be a game of hangman and the townspeople would guess letters in order to save his life. He wanted to make it like a game show, but I thought it would be better if it was just a game that the Mayor played before people died, or somewhat like a tradition. Every time somebody was sentenced to death, they would play a game of hangman. Maybe two people would be scheduled for that day, with the first person having a really easy word. Maybe because he had a really low level crime. Rather than that, the first person going up was a muderer, so he had an incredibly complex phrase. In just a couple of tries, the townspeople completely nail it. Then our protegonist gets on stage, is accused of grand larsony (even though he just stole a chicken), and given a 5 letter word. The townspeople start off giving decent answers, but then give gradually worse guesses until the entire hangman was made and the man dies.