1/5 So 17 years ago I was living in a house in cooperative in Chicago with 18 of my closest friends. It happened to be international pancake day, and the famous Dr. Patch Adams was in town. Some of my housemates knew him and went downtown and clowned with him all day long.
2/5 They had said they would be coming back at night, and we were wondering what to do to make the visit of Patch Adams special. One of my housemates noticed it was international pancake day, so we decided to hold a pancake Olympiad that night.
3/5 We spent several hours making hundreds of pancakes, told our friends, about 40 of whom showed up. We waited until around midnight when Patch and my housemates came back. Patch Adams walks in at 12am, sees dozens of people and hundreds of pancakes and was like, no big deal.
4/5 we spent the next several hours doing a variety of events. Pancake tossing, pancake relays, and a pancake eating contest, which one of my friends won by slyly shoveling pancakes into the drawer just beneath him. His prize was a pancake kiss on the mouth from Patch Adams.
5/5 Afterwords we retreated to the common room, and spent several hours talking about living in community, joy, art, and justice. It was magical. Later that night patch Adams and several housemate shot bottle rockets out of their butts on the roof of the co-op. Happy pancake day!
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