Floor Five

There are several types of insects living in Gabe's room on floor five, 

into which I am meant to move upon Gabe's graduation.  The walls 

are all painted, although one contains a mural of two giant koi, which 

I will paint over soon.  I even bought supplies to do it with, although 

I don't have any idea what I'll paint.  Brooke and I will be sharing that 

room in the fall as a double studio, and taking her room as a forced 

double, and that way we both get a studio and neither of us has to 

sleep with the insects on floor five.  

Brooke is biking across the country tomorrow, and as a way to keep 

up with each other we have decided to start one drawing and finish 

one drawing every day of the summer.  Today we both bought 

Earthbound sketchbooks to start drawing in tomorrow.  Tomorrow 

we will go to Providence, Rhode Island so she can meet up with her 

other biker friends. 

Ally is reading Before the Storm, a book about Barry Goldwater, 

who is called "Mister Conservative" according to wikipedia.  The 

most interesting thing in the book so far is that he ran unsuccessfully 

for president.  Sounds enthralling!  

The rest of the happenings on floors five and six, which are also 

called Towers, have been quelled, or just paused.  Matt Lord turned 

21 today.  I do not know what the first drink he ordered today was, 

but here are our bets: 

Brooke-Margarita 

Ally-Long Island Iced Tea 

Sadie-Cosmopolitan            

Jose and Fanny both went home for the week and will be back for 

the weekend, and Gabe is in Rhode Island at nationals with the MIT 

Sailing team.  By the time Fanny and Jose are back, I will have left 

for New York City, Ally, Gabe and Connie will have graduated, and 

Matt Lord will probably just be drinking.

In short, floor five is a lovely dark lounge with three doors onto the 

balcony, excellent for sitting around writing about nothing in 

particular while listening to the gurgle of the three fish tanks (one of 

which contains no fish), whistling songs by Air or Kimya Dawson, 

storing bikes and empty Bombay Sapphire bottles, and waiting for 

everyone to come back.