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There may have been some misunderstanding in regards to my comments about the Gotho de Mayo party. When I described it as "uneventful", I suppose that was false. It was full of events, just not overly unpleasant ones (police showing up, house catching on fire, people getting locked in the bathroom, etcetera). Last night, Steve, Hufton, and I discovered a stick of women's deoderant upstairs which we didn't know whether to attribute to one of the girls that slept there after the party or -- more curiously -- Mr. Smilin' Andy Bean, who is temporarily residing in the "mezzanine" area of 23 Boston Ave. Mr. Bean, please feel free to clear this up for us.

Unfortunately, I did not get to play basketball under an assumed name last night, though I'm not sure if "Bob Irfan" got any playing time. As it turned out, the guys who weren't going to show up changed their minds at the last minute, leaving me all dressed up with nowhere to go. I tried to get a hold of the impossible-to-get-a-hold-of Rizvi (already in NH), so I could relay the message that we were not needed. Surprisingly, I did not get a hold of him.

Mario Tennis is en route to Boston Ave, which is an exciting event for all. Upon its highly-anticipated arrival, it will undoubtedly distract us from anything important for the next month or so. El Fin.
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