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Vegas Night: A Retrospective
Oct. 17th, 2005 01:29 amAs a first-year, I donned black pants and a strappy tank top, and joined my fellow firsties in crazy fun dancing in Chapin. (I was totally sober, they were probably not.) I had a good time, but felt that it didn't really live up to its reputation -- as far as I could tell, it was just a bigger version of every other dance party ever. Meh.
I have no memory of sophomore year Vegas Night, except for one image of the Christmas lights. I assume that I went with banannagoats and Roommate Ryan, and maybe other Cellar Dwellers and/or krikkit911...I think we went dancing, and made an early night of it. Declined to check out the gambling in newly-renovated Blanchard due to limited time -- dancing is always the priority.
Last year, I was enjoying my fall break in England. No Vegas-ness there, although there was quality time with MoHos.
Senior year? Senior year was gooood. Alcohol really does make it better. ( And other things do, too )
The other highlight of the weekend was the re-appearance of the Hampshire Hat Boy. As we passed him on the way to brunch, I helpfully (and subtly) yelled, "Goats, Goats: HAT!" (Costume included a bow-tie and a gray fedora, for those curious.) He totally heard -- go me.
I have no memory of sophomore year Vegas Night, except for one image of the Christmas lights. I assume that I went with banannagoats and Roommate Ryan, and maybe other Cellar Dwellers and/or krikkit911...I think we went dancing, and made an early night of it. Declined to check out the gambling in newly-renovated Blanchard due to limited time -- dancing is always the priority.
Last year, I was enjoying my fall break in England. No Vegas-ness there, although there was quality time with MoHos.
Senior year? Senior year was gooood. Alcohol really does make it better. ( And other things do, too )
The other highlight of the weekend was the re-appearance of the Hampshire Hat Boy. As we passed him on the way to brunch, I helpfully (and subtly) yelled, "Goats, Goats: HAT!" (Costume included a bow-tie and a gray fedora, for those curious.) He totally heard -- go me.
