For me, college will always be defined by nights like this one. A bad dinner prompts a trip out. Not liking pizza, R and I get Maccas and frolic all the way there and back. Someone suggests going up Mount Ainslie to eat. We go thirty metres down the hill (being unable to see anything, including the steps going down in front of us) because apparently there's a much better view down there. We frighten away a couple who aren't there for the view. R and I talk about America Psycho and feminists. J² almost goes headfirst down the hill. In the space of five minutes we script a fantastic opening for a slasher flick. We freak out G^J in the process, who insists on returning back up the hill with company. The return journey is occupied with serious consideration of whether the earth spins clockwise or anti.