Word: feted
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...without fail, it began once again—the flurry of e-mails hit the Eliot House list. With the famed Fete only days away, Eliot students of all classes, from rising sophomores through soon-to-be-graduating seniors, began posting their formal tickets for sale, along with desired prices. While the occasional solicitor lamented his or her inability to make the end-of-year ball, munificently allowing some layman the chance to enter the white tent in his or her place, more and more of the e-mails appeared to be planned and timed in advance. Deadlines of when...
While the Fete is particularly renowned, other formals on campus—including the freshman formal—draw similar patterns of behavior. With money to be made, more and more people seem to be looking forward to the green, not the gala. You don’t need to be an economics concentrator versed in game theory to understand demand; with friends from other houses, seniors trying to get to that elusive 12th formal, and guests visiting from out of town, there will always be people clamoring for admission. Buying formal tickets simply to sell them, however...
...self-perpetuated illusions aside, the Fete was tres fantastique. What was once the good ol' Eliot courtyard literally lit up for the night and threw a mysterious glow on the flushed cheeks of partygoers. The night was perfect for general roaming, and one could make a palatable pit stop by the cupcake blowout on the terrace or linger in the shadows with that lucky date. For those quick on their feet, there was swing-dancing in the tent and grinding in the dining hall. Your pick—although we must say that the swing-dancing quite tickled even...
...must say, however, that the weirdest part about Fete is just how refined everyone seems to be (even the creeps who stayed in the dark dhall all night and never emerged). Again, maybe it's the name value, but Fete was really good at convincing you that you were part of something special for the night—your unwashed date was actually an indie hipster, your worn-out dress was just a reminder of how Cinderella-esque your life is, and your cupcake binge (yes, mentioned for the third time) was actually a delicate manifestation of your fine gustatory...
...maybe you were a paragon of refinement at the Fete. All FlyBy knows is that we feel awkward all over again...