Party in the Elevator

The other day, when the elevator arrived at the International House, (where I live) the door opened to reveal a few people with large peices of sequined fabric and measuring tapes. One of the other guys to enter the elevator struck up a conversation with one of the decorators, who happens to live on my floor. The conversation went something like this: Guy: "When's the party?" Decorator: "Tommorow" Guy: (nodding)"....is there going to be a lobster this year?" Decorator: "Yeah" Guy: "Cool" (pause....) Me: "Where?" Decorator: "Here" Me: "Here?" Decorator: "Yeah" Me: "Here, as in, in the elevator" Decorator: "Yeah" And then the door opened and I had to get off. So the next day, around 10:30 at night Dionisios, a friend on my floor, came by to ask if I had been to the elevator yet. I hadn't and so we went to check it out. Apparently these guys do it once a quarter - it seems to be half art installation, half party. The theme this quarter? Amish in space. It was complete with loud techno, and both food and drink. (Although, the only food choice was non-veggie) So here I was, riding the elevator from floor to floor for about 15 minutes, drinking (spiked) Tang and meeting people from other floors who decided to stop by. complete with disco ball Dionisios gets into the moment