Word: beers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...veteran windsurfer, I must say that you can windsurf and drink beer [July 30] at the same time. The Beer Slalom in August 1977 on Martha's Vineyard is the only race I've ever...
...packed with almost a quarter of a million people last week as the New York Philharmonic exploded into John Philip Sousa and giant skyrockets burst above the band shell. A festival is Chicago Secretary Janice Simpson puzzling over whether she should go hear Lonnie Listen Smith at the Miller beer Jazz Stage or Muddy Waters at the Olympia beer Blues Stage, playing at almost the same time at ChicagoFest, where more than 500,000 trooped to the city's old brick and metal Navy Pier last week...
Your proctor won't have much beer this year, but he'll have plenty of platitudes. These meetings can be very weird. Everyone's usually trying to make a good impression, and if excess amiability makes you want to puke, I suggest you bring a vomit bag. You'll be asked to stand up and introduce yourself, just like when you first started school, 14 years ago. Only now you might say, "I'm Hank from Pittsburgh and I wanna get laid." That's always good for a laugh. If you want to make things interesting, tell them...
Total strangers wandered through the dorm, madly introducing themselves, in search of instant friends. The nauseatingly sweet smell of incense (burned to cover the odor of dope) and the stench of old beer permeated the dorm. Music blared from every corner of the Yard, while huge groups of drunken men huddled and leered at women going from party to party. I got asked the big four questions--name, school, career plans, SAT scores--so often I could recite them in seconds (although I refused, as a matter of principle, to talk scores). After one night of parties...
Total strangers wandered through the dorm, madly introducing themselves, in search of instant friends. The nauseatingly sweet smell of incense (burned to cover the odor of dope) and the stench of old beer permeated the dorm. Music blared from every corner of the Yard, while huge groups of drunken men huddled and leered at women going from party to party. I got asked the big four questions--name, school, career plans, SAT scores--so often I could recite them in seconds (although I refused, as a matter of principle, to talk scores). After one night of parties...