Halloween and Vigilante Justice

I’ll start off this week’s reflection by saying that Halloween was a definite success. Getting candy and the like from countries that are generally considered “not walking distance” from the United States would be a highlight of any weekend. And in attempting to explain how I was in Colombia and then five minutes later in India, I thoroughly confused some friends back home. Though Dustin dressed as Kim Jong Il walking into the South Korean embassy and Tori invading the territorial sovereignty of Guatemala were decidedly awesome, the best embassy had to be the Bulgarian. The guy outside leaning on the railing smoking a cigarette and looking especially eastern European (no matching track suit, unfortunately) sold it. The fact that he was just hanging there and talking smack about everyone’s costumes was just icing on the cake.

That night we had a bit of a case study of security and the necessity of really big guns. After putting up with a fluctuation of furniture moving in and out of our lounge, a few of us decided it was time to take things into our own hands. It was time to look at things from a realistic perspective, and crush any insurgence before it occurred. So a few people who will remain unnamed, possibly including myself, gathered up all our ridiculously huge nerf guns and headed down to the fifth floor for some vigilante justice. This whole escapade solidified our position as the post-World War Two United States of Leonard Hall. The seventh floor had obscene amounts of ammunition and the Vulcan, but no shots were fired. Nerf guns have become a diplomatic negotiating tool. As long as the fifth floor does nothing to destabilize this delicate balance, peace shall reign. If not, we take another couch.