Being a Bolognesi
Oh my god. Oh my god. If I die, I'm a legend.
I'm going to check my humility in this first sentence. Last night we threw a legendary party, and I'm proud to say that, along with my roommate, it was my idea. My boys from France would be proud of me: I set the party tone for all the grad students within five days of being in the country. I even got the cops called on us, but more on that later.
Having everyone over was awesome, but a little unexpected.
Our apartment is about 20 minutes from school, and while not far from the city center others are much closer. I expected a handful of people to make the trek, and the people who live close by to join, but everyone who is anyone was there.
For this first week, SAISers have met up almost every day. It makes sense: we don't have school yet, some people are still trickling into the city and have yet to meet anyone, partying is fun, and we still need to get to know each other, so everyone took this chance to meet up yet again.
At any given time I would estimate that we had between 40 and 50 people in our four bedroom penthouse, with people coming and going between the hours of 7:30 pm and 1:30 am. Most guests filled the balcony, enjoying the post-rain atmosphere, but it was so crowded that not everyone could fit outside.
It was BYOB, and everyone was well-stocked with wine and beer. A few people brought speakers, which was a welcome addition to our otherwise music-less apartment.
At peak capacity, which was around midnight, I would guess we had 60 people, give or take. I was both DJ and the guy who let people in the door (we're on the sixth floor, so I would run down to let people in), or in the words of Roger Sterling, I was both dog and pony.
This resulted in a lot of phone calls.
I received a phone call from a friend who told me that the cops were outside our apartment, furious, and trying to enter through our large, locked steel gate.
My roommate and I went down to investigate, but no one was there. I returned to the party and started the music again. Shortly after, I received another text saying the cops were at it again. We repeated the process three times not seeing cops once, but we were assured that they were looking for us. I thought that if we were being too loud they'd offer us Italian citizenship.
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