Déjà-vu

The scene on Memorial Drive last night (via Crimson blog)

Good job 2012.  Props for sweet mother chaos.  In my day, there was only giddy inebriation along the Charles accompanied by synchronized porcelain clutching action in a communal bathroom courtesy of the cheapest dual anesthetic-antiseptic on the market - old man Rubinoff.

After a month of blocking drama, the housing gods proceeded to curse us to the quad, but by the end of sophomore year, half were jailbroken to fairer lands and prime River real estate.  Lesson learned: when the housing gods take an X-rated dump on your plans, you’ve got to make your own fairy dust.

“What is Chaos, you might ask?  Chaos is the sheer amount of nail polish remover, Axe body spray, and high-proof liquor that soaked the multi-tiered cardboard boats flung into the Charles last night.  Chaos is the scene described by an emergency caller around 11:20p.m., who believed that the Weld boathouse had caught fire, bringing dozens of firemen as well as Harvard, Cambridge, and Massachusetts State Police to the scene.  Chaos is the (supposedly) burning riverbank, to which freshmen eagerly thronged, only to be verbally chastised and scurried away by troopers’ threats of arrest.”

Full Story on River Chaos here.