Long distance relationships - Part 2

I was also absent this weekend, on an excursion to Harvard. Officially, I was traveling with Fruit Paunch to attend an improv festival, but secretly I wanted to see how Harvard housing matched up to the Mansuite!

Luckily, I got a chance to stay at the legendary* Mather House. What a wonderful opportunity for comparison!!

The first thing I noticed upon entering the lounge were the colorful banners adorning the walls. They gave the room an exotic flair, and I reckon if you're not going to paint your suite, this is a pretty good way to go. It did make me wonder, with all the walls covered, where they projected their movies, but my curiosity didn't last long. Spotting a small television on one side of the room, it dawned on me slowly and painfully that this room had no projector!!!

Well that was quite a blow, and I had to sit down to collect myself. Good fortune! The couch was firm but comfortable (and unlike our own sadly short sofas, capable of fitting a fully recumbent man), and in its warm embrace I begin to look more favorably on the lounge that would be my one-night roost.

Sure it was small, but it was a junior residence, after all. And it seemed the inhabitants were crimson mavericks: a safety inspection report taped to the door indicated that the Mather men had audaciously blocked a fire exit!

Their reputation was upheld that evening when they hosted an unregistered party for us (how they knew it was party time without a PartyDuck Party Time Indicator I'll never understand). Though low-key, the party was highly fun, and when we finally called it a night (around 4 to 2—we were pretty tired) we all slept soundly.

I enjoyed Mather, but it was nice to return home. Many thanks to our hosts; I encourage you all to come visit the Mansuite before the semester is out!

*In the 1986 film "The Legend of Mather House," a band of cocksass Harvard freshman, unwilling to wait four years to join a finals club and get laid, decide to turn their dorm into a love den in the hopes of scoring more immediate gratification. "Players can't be choosers," was the tagline, and the plot, though haphazard, was riddled with hijinx and hickeys. Perhaps most notably, it featured several cameos. Tom Cruise, Sigourney Weaver, and Ron Howard all appeared in the film, and a young Renee Zellweger was even decapitated!