Here’s the pictorial evidence that Harvard-Yale 2011 was by far my least traumatic experience yet at The Game. Many of the folks I love; none of the angst or poor decisions I typically associate with Alcoholic Fun Times.
I’ve been to six of these babies and in the past, so much drama has ensued (me fainting, friends getting roofied, sleeping in unheated common areas at subzero temperatures, getting flashed by friends’ exes, etc.) I could probably write an entire
book about the incestuous shit that goes down. (Well, I suppose I’m sort of doing just that in my proposal.) This year, on the other hand, I didn’t even see any ex-hookups. Let it be known: my college years were not nearly as slutty as advertised. Also, I’m a boring adult who drinks responsibly. More Harvard-Yale photos to come …
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