The eight, who affectionately refer to themselves as “46” in reference to their official blocking group number, decided to celebrate today’s housing assignments by visiting each House at 11 p.m. In the courtyards of the Houses they wanted to live in, some members of “46” downed shots of Malibu and Jamaican Rum in hopes that their toasts would bring good luck.

Like the blocking group of Stoughton North, the eight haven’t agreed upon which House is their first choice.

“We’re going to all the Houses because the group has mixed opinions and whoever wants the House can perform a ritual,” Voith said.

At least one person drank in each of the River Houses—the most popular of which were Quincy, Adams, Winthrop, Eliot and Kirkland.

A HOUSE DIVIDED

Another blocking group participated in a similar circuit of toasts, but only stopped at the River Houses.

Last September, Ashley M. Nathanson ’07 said she met Jessica R. Rosenfeld ’07 and Kathryn C. Gluckman ’07 at the Politics Day sponsored by the Institute of Politics.

“The three of us girls are strong Democrats,” said Nathanson, a member of the Harvard College Democrats along with Rosenfeld.

The three blocked with Nicholas A. Molina ’07, who remains divided from his three female blockmates on partisan lines.

“Nick holds strong with his libertarian views, but we love him anyway,” said Rosenfeld.

Just after 9 p.m. yesterday, the group converged on Lowell House to start their “River Run” in an attempt to attain their version of the Holy Grail: Kirkland House.

Standing in the Lowell courtyard, Gluckman suggested that they tap their water bottles four times, before exclaiming, “To the River!”

After their first cheer, the group was off to Leverett House. As they ventured from Leverett House to Dunster and then Dunster to Mather, they screamed “Captain Planet” chants—”Earth, wind, fire, heart.” From Mather House, the foursome traveled to Quincy, Winthrop and then Eliot. Along the way Gluckman told her roommates of her prophetic dreams about Pforzheimer, or Pfoho, the night before.

“I’m so cursed. I am going to get Pfoho,” she said.

Arriving at Kirkland, the group doubled its chants, first drinking to the River and then to Kirkland itself.