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...Grille closed its doors in summer 2001, Harvard’s aspiring hedonists were forced to find another location to fulfill their search for drinkin’, fightin’, and whorin’. The Grille had been a haven for Harvard students to indulge in pure and honest drunken carousal, with none of the bourgeois lameness of many other bars in the Square. Since its demise, the Hong Kong restaurant has filled that void, with an unforeseen bonus: the chance to exchange punches with a friendly local...
...generally not a good idea to skip town. It is a still worse idea to perform on a nationally televised awards show being broadcast from Los Angeles. In November Brown, the husband of Whitney Houston, was ordered to stay in Georgia pending his trial for a 1996 drunken-driving charge in Atlanta. But last week he appeared onstage at the American Music Awards with rapper Ja Rule singing a duet of Thug Lovin'. The crowd loved it, but the judge proved a tougher critic. When Brown turned himself in at the end of the week, the judge sent...
There's something else important that Newman brings to Our Town: modesty. He lets other actors take the limelight, especially Frank Converse and Jeffrey DeMunn, as the fathers of the young lovers; Stephen Spinella, who writes his own play in a couple of vivid scenes as the drunken choirmaster; and Maggie Lacey, who makes a fetching Broadway debut as Emily. Aside from adding some understated sound effects--a newspaper plopping on the porch, the bell when a soda fountain's front door opens and shuts--director James Naughton leaves the play alone. And left alone, it is as moving...
...drunken, turquoise-shirted meltdown for new Crimson Key elect and first-time drinker Amir C. Daharphuni ’04. “I am TRASHED!” he exclaimed as he attempted to open the front door to Lowell by sticking his pinky finger in the card swipe slot post-initiation. “Do you like my TIE?” he yelled. “It’s turquoise TOO! HA!” He then yakked on the card swipe machine, rendering it useless and yak-encrusted...
Dean Lewis, let me be the first to invite you to join my friends and I in the magic of a drunken but safe Harvard-Yale. No cameras, I promise. After a drink or two—or five—you will see our frustration with a new clarity...