We celebrated Chinese New Year early at FHE on Monday. We made paper lanterns and set them freeee.
The best ones caught on fire.
At one point while the lanterns were burning (in a safe space, obviously), a neighbor we've never met just came out of his house (which, by the way, is the house that all the frat boys live in, so I don't know what Mr. McOlderson is doing living there) to "see what we were up to." He suspiciously volunteered that he hadn't called the cops and that he just wanted to watch. He then proceeded to ask which Chinese year it was turning and which one was finishing, all while rocking on the balls of his feet while his hands were in his front jeans pockets. It was shady.