Three seems to be our favorite number. So, we shall speak about Three Hippie Apartments.

1) D&D's

Why should anyone describe as hippie an apartment rented by the AUBG CFO and his psychologist wife? One look at a certain picture on the wall can give you a hint. If you ever try to count the number of people present at any given party in that apartment, it will give you another hint. If you listen to what people talk about at those parties, you will be convinced: in its spirit, the apartment is truly hippie.

Well, one thing is definitely NOT hippie, and we're all happy about that. It's Debi's food. If Gluttony is ever to come into this world as one of the Four Bikers of Apocalypse, it is going to ride from there.

2) Don Pedro's

On the surface there's nothing hippie about that apartment, inhabited by a History professor, his bookstore manager wife and two kids. In fact, the most hippie thing that's likely to happen there when those people are present is Vernon L. Pedersen, PhD, fighting hangover with coffee and listening to one of his obscure Jethro Tull tapes. Little does he know of just how many people occupied his apartment on a number of occasions when he thought he left it in the care of one or two young responsible ladies. He might make an educated guess by looking at the electricity and water bills for May'2001.

On our part, we shall never forget the boiling laundry and Victor's pancakes. Needless to say, we're eternally grateful to Don Pedro... and Mother Nature for making sure turtles can't talk.

3) Victor's place

... or where this web page started. For all of the Spring'2001 semester Victor thought he didn't really need the second room and three beds. After the semester ended, Victor found out three beds were not enough. Well, at least the true 3some members finally got a chance to sleep in one bed all together.

The change from a lonely bachelor's apartment to a hippie camp was so sudden, Victor didn't even have time to act surprised. The sudden addition of such previously unknown items as food, trash, make-up, roommates and a screaming toy-cat does it to you.

The new inhabitants thought they found heaven. Instead, they found wake-up procedures involving the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost. As a bonus was added Victor, staying late for tea parties, and no way to kick him out. What Victor got in addition to his nice-looking yellow curtains was a small mountain of cigarette butts just outside his balcony and a reunion with his long lost music device. What the rest of the family got, is this web page. There's another person who will never fully know what exactly was going on on his property: the landlord. And last, but not least, this apartment has its own mystery: Was Anna Wearing Boots?