"Wet, Hot Summer" --Jimi Hendrix

After two crazy days of studying and working on my final paper (which is about Yugoslav wars), finally the day of no class comes and kisses me on my forehead as the beautiful Michigan sunshine in summer.

Mo and I threw a BBQ party. It was quite amusing and somehow sad when I saw Eric's bitter response on the event page, but I invited almost everyone regardless they were in town or not with a hope to let them know wherever you are, we always remember you (the biggest cliche I ever wrote on a blog!)

The day before the BBQ, two of us went on an epic grocery shopping, which took us nearly 5 hours and blew off almost 300 dollars from Mo. It still amused me that Mo as a vegetarian threw a supposedly-for-bloodthirsty-meat-lover BBQ party; he told me it was summer so no matter what it took, he was going to have a party.


But I guess he just wanted to see girls in bikinis.
(Gee... I hope Mo is not following this blog privately. I AM JK, Mo!)



The party was fun--swimming, eating BBQ, playing badminton with Mo's skillet and barefoot running. Eric T. initiated the barefoot running based on his theory that barefoot running helps our sneaker-protected feet to develop the muscle of the arch part. When I was running with him, I could feel the veggie chicken patty tumbling in my stomach. But after five minutes, I learned how to run without shoes--"Just imagine that you are like a child." said Eric. Basically you have to run tiptoe because the front part of the feet is the most sensitive part that allows you to respond quickly if stepping on anything that hurts you. Thus, you will have this bouncy motion, and that's why it helps to flex and train your arch muscles.

I am a pretty good runner in CCRB that I can run 3 miles in less than 30 minutes, but I got tired from the barefoot running after 8 minutes. Maybe I should start to do some real outdoor exercising to gain higher stamina for dance.


So every girl was in Daisy's bikinis except for Malinee wearing her own, and Jen being too self-conscious in her beautiful dress.
Unfortunately, a bird drop fell on Malinee's ocean blue saree and ruined it when she and Jen were sunbathing...



I think it's funny.





Yes, we did have a bit hard time when lit up the fire.

Mo is the happiest guy in the world!


...and




This is the most ghetto picture in my whole entire college life. I cracked out when I saw it, and then a line hit my mind from the TV commercial ad of Konica, "I get you, but you can't get me."

I think I put myself into a ridiculous situation.

The pants were Mo's because I was all sweaty after running, and Mo told me that I was bleeding. I thought it was my period blood so I asked for a pair of pants, but it was actually my elbow was cut by some stone. I somehow like the pants, so I wore it to the open dance later, and people found it amusing to see a girl in baggy hip-hop jeans doing waltz.