At 11:45, a small group left Random Hall bearing fourteen grey R/O blankets and an equal number of course catalogs. We went to the basement of Walker, where we left our coats, belongings, and the extra blankets in the MTG set shop. A few others met us there, making a total of nine ``monks.'' One went ahead to the building 8 end of the Infinite Corridor to take pictures and to hand out our flyers.
The flyers (all one hundred of them) were similar to those handed out by your average recruiting cult. They were 8.5 x (11/3) inches, and said: ``Stressed by finals? Seeking the answers? Feel like you're beating your head against the 'Tute? Then join the Church of Our Lady of the All-Night Tool. Donations of $15,600 cheerfully accepted.'' At the bottom was the text of the chant, with translation: ``Bea Jesu Domine (Oh my God) / Dona Eis Requiem (Do we need sleep!)'' Underneath the text was a rho-seventeen.
At precisely 12:17 on 12/17, we began our march. Up from the Walker basement, through the dining hall, then to the Corridor, to building three, where we went upstairs and doubled back past the president's office. Then back to the first floor, out through Lobby seven, and across Mass. Ave. In the Student Center, we marched up the inner stairway, past the coffeehouse, and into the Lobdell balcony. Thence down the stairs in Lobdell, out to the atrium, and down to the first floor.
All along, we were ``cowled'' by the blankets draped over our heads and held in place by safety pins. We chanted the earlier-cited Latin text, whomping ourselves in the head with the course catalogs after every half-verse. (For those unfamiliar with Monty Python's The Search For The Holy Grail, this is a parody of the monks in that film. It's a funny movie. Go rent it on videotape. But I digress.)
At the end, we formed a circle on the first floor, and sang a final cadence. Then we all started shouting ``Run away! Run away!'' and dispersed at high speed.
Reaction was excellent. We got much laughter along the way, especially in the dining halls and from some of the offices. The coffeehouse seemed particularly amused, and the Lobdell audience applauded as we left. The ODSA complimented us, as did a passing CP. Some innocents even joined the procession and sang along.
