Life of the Party: Chapter One
The first in a five part investigative series (no, not that one) about a party that happened this one time. EVERYTHING YOU READ HERE IS TRUE.
Sparkletights threw down the gauntlet earlier in the week via Facebook:
War of 1812. Hockey. Burning DC down the first time.vs.Obesity. World’s #1 Superpower.
Canada vs. US. Saturday night. Pick a side. Be there.They came, this multinational group of Princeton University freshmen, to a tiny single-occupancy room in a tiny, unassuming dorm on campus. They came for fun. They came for booze. But mostly, they came for pride. This was binge drinking with a purpose.They came sporting the distinct iconography of their respective tribes: girls wrapped in maple-leaf flags, boys donning wreaths of red, white, and blue.The room’s owner, a tall blonde, wore an Indian feather in her hair to signal her non-alignment (neither country, after all, could claim sole exploitation of the continent’s original inhabitants). Her room, however, was classic California hippie. Posters of Marley, Hendrix, and Dylan covered the walls. Incense hung thickly in the air.The Dalai Lama cast a beatific gaze over the night’s opening ceremonies from his poster's perch above a desk.TOMORROW: THE OPENING CEREMONIES!!!