All alone

     I, Matt Anderson, as the last resident of Washington 3 write this post with tears in my eyes. It has been a magical seven weeks. We have laughed and we have shed tears (not really) together. I'll miss Trent and his pointless fixie skills (what's the point of just standing on a bike, why not ride it?), the stoic Cole, DJ Kendizzle, and whatever Corb-dog was. Queue the sad music

RATATAT

Matatat, Colatat, and Tratatat, went and saw Ratatat this weekend for a low price of just $18. Meanwhile, Corbin and Kendl stayed home and participated in some Tennis.... ;) The show was kicked off by DJ E Rock, who played a 20 minute set. He was followed by Despot, a white rapper from Queens. The blandness of his set made most in the audience want to drop dead, but fortunately Ratatat would be on stage shortly to save us with their mustaches, long hairs, and mean beats.

Despite our arrival to the show at a later than usual time, we were able to squish our way to the second row. We then proceeded to dance our faces off for two hours straight. Favorite songs included Drugs, Lex, Seventeen Years, and whatever other song they played during that encore that we (Matatat, Colatat, Tratatat) cannot seem to identify.

By the end of the show we were soaked to the bone in our own sweat, the sweat of our fellow concert goers, and our ears were ringing (and currently still are as this post is being written).

Highlights include: A kid getting chewed out by the Bouncer for pushing a girl out of her spot, getting to the front row, getting to know our fellow apartment mates a little better, and doing aerobics with Despot.

A Whimsical Washington Week...end (#2)

As our weekend neared its climax we found ourselves (the Washington #3 clan in its entirety minus Matthew) in Mona at the infamous rope swing. The clan was complimented by a great group of friends including Blake, Michael, Jacob, Gretchen, Mady, Jordan, Kylie, Jessy, Marcie, and Maren. I know what you're thinking... "wow that's a good group" and that it was.

Shortly after our arrival we found that it wasn't only our group of friends that made the adventurous decision to travel to Mona for a fun weekend rope swing sesh, we were joined by upwards of 60 other people all yearning for their very own turn on this legendary rope swing. Due to the excessive amount of people at the first rope swing, a couple of us (Kendl, Corbin, and Trent) ventured to the less famed 2nd rope swing. We broke it in real quick and scared away all the nearby fish which the fishermen didn't appreciate, but it didn't matter to us (not even Corbin) we were there as three determined souls with their minds set on one thing... rope swingin' greatness!

After only a couple jumps Corbin, Kendl, and Trent were followed by another very large group of people which encourage them to join the rest of the group at the main rope swing. When they returned they found everyone catchin' some sweet air and having a jolly ole' time. When Trent saw their jubilant attitudes his ape-like instincts got ahold of him and next thing we knew he was about 30 feet up in the tree ready to plunge into a jump the likes of which none of us had ever seen. Upon his decent he barely missed the tree and platform below before the "G" forces (gangster forces) became too much and he found himself falling short of his goal of maximum flight. After everyone "swung" their hearts out,

we loaded up and journeyed back to the homeland.

A Whimsical Washington Week...end (#1)

This weekend the Washington boys had a decent weekend, although certainly not as good as the Jefferson girls' weekend. This is very obvious to anyone who has a Facebook especially considering the number of pictures taken.

First up, we have Matt Anderson and his Double D's (Dirty Dash). Luckily were able to unearth a picture of him and his endeavors.

A Whimsical Washington Week

The Washington boys experienced a number of great experiences this week which was full of experiences. Corbin made his glorious return to Provo Monday night, ensuring to be back in time for bowling playoffs which were on Tuesday night. Unfortunately, fearless bowling captain Kendl Hansen was furiously driving back from California, but was unable to make it to the Wilk for the first round of the lower division playoffs of the Tuesday night no handicap BYU league. Matt, Corbin, Sangjin, and replacement Taylor battled heroically but fell in both games and therefore were eliminated from the double elimination tournament.

Kendl made it back to Washington very late Tuesday night. Wednesday morning Corbin woke up to a very unexpected surprise. It seemed that he had not brought back just a tan and his swag from California, he had also picked up a little food poisoning. Corbin was lucky to have such devoted roommates to take care of him in his time of need. Washington 3's devoted mistress, Lucy Taylor, came to the rescue and nursed Corbin back to health.

Lucy