Ask any grizzled college veteran; the answer is always the same. In college, people party.
On special occasions and at smaller liberal arts institutions, the zenith of partying manifests itself in some sort of spring fling, end-of-the-year, beer-blurring banger with a side of music and general light-hearted confusion. Tasty. All too familiar.
With that, I hope you were properly sent off by Summer Sendoff. I hope your clothes were stained by ketchup and beer in a way that would make Jackson Pollock jealous. I hope the only thing weighing you down was the Rubblebucket trumpet player as he crowd surfed. I hope you left class on Friday afternoon and whispered, “South Quad is calling, and I must go.”
It’s Monday now. Start the finals week countdown. Sober up and buckle down kiddos. If you find yourself waxing nostalgic about this weekend, here are some juicy leftovers from the weekend to keep you going.
“Those Krazy Kurly Fries went right through me”