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Have you ever heard of the DeFacto cooking nights? Have you attended one?

Those of you who like horror novels would likely find many similarities between an average DF cooking night and the stories of Stephen King or John Connolly.

Scary? NO! It’s just that you never know what happens next, and that’s more than enough to get you excited (if wine had not done that already). Let’s take a more in-depth look:

The editors - assuming strategic positions around the room. Mom, Dad, and Big Brother Sister. Mom is cooking for all her children, Dad is benignly reminding everyone of the existence of “quiet hours,” and the Big Sister… well, she having fun, it is not everyday that she affords to take a break… she works quite a lot lately - it is a tough job, but hey, someone’s got to save the world

After the meeting, they would all go back to their usual duties. So remember - when you slack off and don’t work on your story… someone’s watching you (through the window)!!!

The reporters - the comparison to children was not random. The same people who crawled through miles of mud to get their quotes and finish their stories on time, the same people who can spend whole nights in the Multimedia Lab, working on their TV story (hey, getting an Oscar takes some time and effort!), the same people who gather at news meetings to unravel AUBG’s every single dirty secret…

…they change. Someone, who has a camera, start tormenting self-conscious sophomores. Others, having just discovered the joy of liquid chocolate, use it to start a fight - it’s like the movie 300 all over again, only sweeter There is also this pretty huge guy, who calmly drinks several liters of wine (+ anything stronger, if available), and then walks away steadily, as if he drank only water. “Dude, it takes more than this grape juice to get me drunk,” he would say before going to his room for some ice-cold “Slivovitza”.

In the midst of all that chaos, there is the occasional weirdo who grabs a simple corkscrew and claims it is the latest “DeFacto Mascot.” He can also tell you a few ghastly stories, if you have the courage to sit down and listen…

And when there are Jello shots (courtesy of Dad), or some stronger to drink available… the whole scene looks as if it were designed by Salvador Dalí…

As for the author of this piece, you can find him sipping from his white wine, looking at the reporters-gone-wild, thinking “If the Tanche were here, she would spank you all, and send you to bed”

Until that happens, make sure you check out the photos that float around cyberspace (a tiny glimpse of the madness), and come to the next cooking night… when you will never know what will happen next…

Cheers to you all, past, present, and future DeFacto members!