At the appointed house, the hostess was dancing on the piano bench and singing Hedwig. Another fellow, precariously perched on the remaining bench space, was playing with one hand and balancing two glasses with the other.

Such was the scene in which I came to be introduced to the drama circle. Somewhere amidst the flurry of introductions, I picked up a nickname, as there are far too many unfortunates in the area who share my given one. Ergo, I'm now known by it's first syllable, something I never thought I end up doing, especially since I've always resented Medusa's doing so. But I s'pose if you've been saddled with one of the top ten most popular names in the country, you're bound to end up abridging it at some point. Don't get me started on how I came to name myself after a plant...

But the party. All in all, good company and very amusing. I was the only freshman there, with the exception of a lad who'd been wandering the streets in search of revelry and wound up trundling into a house full of dramarats. Who urged me to seduce the boy, claiming everyone else present was too old for him. No comment.

And then there were the refreshments which, I have to admit, I went all college-studentish on and explored liberally. It was interesting, seeing as my brushes with alcohol in the past have been fairly limited. There was an incident some three years ago when I decided to test my tolerance, which had some interesting results as it's apparently infernally high. And then there were a few situations on the orch trip to Europe over spring break. IB students splitting shot glasses and the like; I'm certain we amused the natives... But that was to be expected from a knot of high school brats in a place where the drinking age is sixteen and vending machines contain beer. Beer, by the way, is absolutely foul.

But as it happened, this little gathering favored wine, which was fine by me.

At any rate, I caught a ride back to the school and, to my credit, made it to the dorm without staggering, snickering, or arousing the suspician of a security guard. Though I can't say the same for Austine, who cast several knowing looks my way, especially after I broke into hiccups. Roommate #2, at least, was at home, for which I'm amazingly grateful. She's a nice girl, but she already thinks I'm in need of converting. Heaven knows what she'd have done to me last night.

So now I'm here. No hangover I can determine, my homework's all done, and my theatre buddy wants me to call her so she can continue the initiation. The first week, methinks, has been a success.

Adieu.