In March, we had our semiannual house party.

We also had a humongo birthday party for three of the members, Cecile, Esther, and Simon. Since there weren't that many pictures to document this landmark event, let me just tell you that it was huge. Really big. Like, wow, big. If you had been there, you would have been, like, "Wow, this party is, so, like, large, you know?"

At this party, there was also a lot of macarena, the dance that just will not die, even if you empty a twelve gauge shotgun on it, stuff it into a meat grinder, shove the remainders into a bag with lead, dump it into the Mariana Trench, pour cement over it, and then nuke the damned spot.

(Main dancer's identity hidden by request)

March is also the month for Spring Break, which only Minna and Marco seem to have left any record of.

Though Marco and Minna and a friend are standing in a port that looks like any other port in the world, this is actually, without a doubt, Puerto Rico.

Attempting to put Cinnabon out of business (and almost succeeding), Emily and Sophia showcase their cinnamon rolls.

Not to be outdone, Vanessa, Margot, Leo, and Rachael, along with the spirit of the very dead H. David Dalquist baked a decadent chocolate/carrot bundt cake.

Speaking of spirits, another eminent ectoplasmic entity visited us on the board:

Unfortunately, God didn't have time to stay and watch Shortbus with us. He/she/it/whatever was too busy debating the naysayers.