Tyler's Room, 13 Griffin Way

Late Saturday night, a former mad bomber curled up in the overstuffed chair in his room and slept like a baby.

A baby who had fallen asleep watching a metaMelrose Place marathon because he was too lazy to change the channel and short skirts were surprisingly mesmerizing when you were trying to avoid your housemate. But a baby all the same.

[For a certain enabler of underage drinking.]