My first trip to the Dolliver lounge was a truly harrowing experience. One step into the space, and I had been shaken to my core. As I first walked into the somehow perpetually damp-looking room, I felt chills roll through my spine. I would have hated the feeling of such a bone-curdling sensation, however, I found it was all too fitting with the year-round Halloween aesthetic that the designers of the Dolliver lounge were undeniably going for. My initial impression of the space was that it somehow bordered spooky in the most ironic sense and spooky, in the most unironic. The feeling of spookiness left me pretty quickly after that, so, it's pretty obvious to me that the initial impression was, by far, the most exciting part.
Slowly, spook turned to melancholy as I continued meandering through the space.
Now, let me back this up, if you have never been into Dolliver lounge, I will do you the absolute service of allowing you to continue living in bliss by filling in the gaps of this essay by painting you a glorious a word picture:
The most eye-catching of the walls in the room is painted a gruesomely rancid orange color that can only be described as what I imagine a rotten orange would see during a hallucination induced solely by sleep deprivation. I do not know who chose this color, and I do not know when, but it does not really matter, because it never would have been okay. Draped over the color are the letters “Z...E...X” attached to a phone cord. This is how you know that, despite everything else, they are keeping it classy. Below ‘ZEX,’ which is slowly becoming the new slogan for my life, by the way, are the words ‘Dolliver Lounge,’ painted in a font that only its mother could love. This whimsically confusing font, mixed with a disturbingly conspicuous orange makes the whole area look like the haunted set of what was a PBS kids cartoon come to life.
Adjacent to this wall, there is a refreshing and mystical floor-pool. Where the floor and the wall meet, directly below the leak in the ceiling in Dolly Lounge, there is a slight curvature to the tiles, which makes for the perfect home of a magical body of water. Legend has it that this pool, written into the early prophecy of the Simon-Rock, has the potential to appear only to the worthy on the days of peak moistness. It was truly an incredible sight, I was taken aback. Honestly, the trail to see this Massachusetts treasure was long and often terrifying, but had the potential to change my life. The paintings set to couple this wonder are eclectic, to say the least. They range from what I think is renaissance art to dying thesis poster boards. Overall, I found this section of the lounge really inspiring to my inner landscape painter. The whole time I stared into this beauty, I could feel my next big work taking shape, so stay tuned!
Moving on to across the room from this point now. In this corner of the room, there sit some vintage television sets beside a shag rug. I could tell immediately that this had been the home of many epic nights shared between friends, ones I was glad I was not invited to. Also, at the time I was there, one of the TV’s might have been seemingly left on overnight. I assume this is some other mystic wonder of the truly breathtaking place that I was unaware of taking part in. I looked into that television’s soul, and it looked back. (Also, I think someone forgot their sneakers on the rug, or maybe someone just lives there. I do not know.)
Altogether, you should probably stay away from Dolliver lounge, and, if you do go, maybe just don’t touch the furniture, unless you have a strong immune system. Yet, if you live there, I look forward to exploring the ever-growing wonders of your magical life. Since, if I know one thing for sure, it is that the lounge is surely indicative of the boys. Thank you.
Next week: the Dolliver bathrooms