Greeting a new Utopia day, reflecting on the night before
UTOPIA—The very first night in Utopia offered enough interpersonal conflict to fuel at least an entire broadcast episode, if not several. Utopians were losing their minds (Josh) and their lunches (Hex) in equal measure, to the point that no second night could come close to reaching that level of excitement.
And thank God, since Utopia may actually have imploded otherwise!
No, Night 2 (and the beginnings of Day 3) in many ways course-corrected some of the insanity of what came before. Josh and Bella, his most ardent detractor, made up. Rob and Bella, also his most ardent detractor, made up. Everywhere Utopians were looking to make amends and move forward in whatever way possible. Maybe societies need to fall apart before they can come together? We’ve got 362 more days to find out!
In the meantime, here’s what you missed while you were sleeping like a normal human being:
BABY ON BOARD
Now that Amanda’s revealed her secret to most of her fellow Utopians, baby talk can begin in earnest. What will she name it? How’s she planning on giving birth? Is she registered at Babies ‘R--nope, not that far. Dave, as no one could have predicted, is just amped at the prospect of throwing Amanda a baby shower.
IT’S BUSINESS TIME
On Day 2, Rob floated the idea of hosting keggers on the weekend. With one Utopian basically quarantined for excessive drinking and another being hospitalized for it, no one jumped at the possibility. But maybe cheesemaking, which Dedeker floated, is the direction to go? Yoga classes that Nikki could lead? (Sign us up!) As long as they don’t go the lemonade stand route, Utopians should be able to start raking in some real USD real soon.
POLY POCKET
Social groups are beginning to emerge. You’ve got offbeat BFF trio Hex, Rob, and Red doing their thing; Chris and Bella. Then there’s Dedeker, Mike, and Nikki, whose budding trio we first checked on yesterday during hammock time. Their cozy triptych continued overnight, as the three of them whispered and giggled and basically had 13-year-old Mike’s vision of the best sleepover ever. Life is good.
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