Word: drunks
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...WEDNESDAY, MARCH 15, I turned in my thesis and got very drunk on English department champagne. The same morning, my roommate Alex arrived from New York, where he'd been interviewing at Sony Studios. They had offered him a jog, starting next fall. He explained how every room in the entire complex has a refrigerator full of soda and big bowls of free snacks. "But no chips," he complained. Later that afternoon, as I stumbled in from my champagne reception, my other roommate, Greg, announced that he'd just been offered a job in the Time Warner New Media Department...
...deprived of any sort of student center here at Harvard, we are forced to utilize local bars and senior rooms as our convention centers. The point of Senior Bars is not necessarily to get drunk (though, as legal adults, that is our right)--it is to experience the pleasure inherent in hanging out with 100 or 200 of four closes friends. Far from being "detrimental to senior class spirit," Senior Bars represent the sole means through which we can gather together to chill and reminisce during the dwindling twilight of senior spring...
...contrast to Harvey, Chris Whitley on Din of Ecstasy is painfully, almost uncomfortably honest: he comes at the listener like a drunk friend at an office party, trapping you in the corner and telling you how terrific your wife is in bed. In Narcotic Prayer, the CD's best track-and one of the better rock songs released this year-Whitley wheezes, "As the party closes-I ain't got a clue/ Red and yellow roses-nipple rings and tattoos." Whitley, 34, builds his songs on blues ideas and catalyzes them with muted electric guitars. He never makes his rock...
...spring of my senior year. My enthusiasm for driving lessons was on a par with my enthusiasm for the rest of my classes. In other words, I didn't go. I skipped most of the classroom time and nearly all of the movies, except for the one about drunk driving that I was promised would be very exciting. I did attend my actual "road time" assignments, led by Keith, a dead ringer for radio deejay Howard Stern who insisted on listening to his idol while we drove. Despite my attempts to master the art of driving, I always seemed...
After the last song had been played, the final bottle of Poland Spring water drunk, hordes of sweaty tuxedoes and sore high-heeled feet stampeded to the trolleys heading back to Lamont. The mad rush resulted in massive compression of cummerbunds and corsages and even forced literal break-ups between couples. Courtney L. Lee '98 was the last one to get on her trolley and lost her date in the frenzy. "I didn't mean to leave him behind, but there was all this pushing and shoving. The next thing I knew I was on the trolley, and he wasn...