Goodbye Auburn Girls

The Auburn Girls turn to leave finally came. And as they scatter to the four winds- some to Berlin to motorcycle accross germany with boyfriends, some to London to shop, and most to their southern states to attend weddings- one of them felt a little guilty and took up a collection to buy flowers for the nuns.

Filled with relief at the fact that they're leaving as she was, Sister MJ very graciously collected the posse of nuns in the dining room to receive the gift. Afterwards, she went around and gave out hugs to the co-eds.

But...not to all. She very deliberately picked and chose who she hugged and kissed. This is a nun with a vendetta. I don't think any of the girls on my floor got any love. And not that they cared. They were hung over anyway and just kept eating their chicken nuggets.

It'll definitely be less alcoholy around here with them gone. Au revoir Auburn Girls!

Further (mis)Adventures of the Auburn Girls

The Auburn Girls keep pushing it. I think that since they know their program is almost over, they're letting it all hang out.

For instance during Saturday's dinner, one of them walked in during the main course and stumbled around drunkenly table to table asking if anyone knew how to open a bottle of Armen Beer. Since it had a champagne-style cork, her bottle opener wasn't working (but she tried it four times anyway). She ended up at our table, where I explained the intricacies of corks before she scampered back upstairs followed by the disapproving glare of mother superior.

She was very polite though. She came to my room after dinner and insisted on curtsying while thanking me in french. And it was very sweet until she lost her balance and hit her head on the doorframe. I was a little worried, but since she was drunk she just laughed and laughed. Good times.

Later that night as I was heading to meet my friend Juli, I ran into three of them in the metro on their way to Montmartre to hang out by the Moulin Rouge. They were fully armed. One had a half-bottle of champagne, another had a plastic cup with rum and coke, and the last was double fisting cans of beer. It was almost impressive.

These girls don't mess around. Nuns be damned. They could star in their own movie franchise: "The Auburn Girls Go to Tierra del Fuego", "The Auburn Girls in Viva La Vienna", "The Auburn Girls Escape from Rehab", the possibilities are endless. Don is very nice to them all the time since he's afraid they're gonna break into his room at night and duct tape him to the bed.