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For those of you who have asked me continually what IS Princeton really like and haven't gotten a satisfactory answer beyond a tired "it's fine," this post is for you.
Princeton is about meeting the sunrise with a Nat Sherman in one hand, a pen in the other, desperately trying to finish an assignment due for an 8:00 class. The temperature is a cool 75 degrees, just cool enough to keep the draft cider (a mere 5%) at your side pleasantly chilled.
About this assignment. You started on it last week. Worked on it everyday since. Did the assigned reading (starts at 100 pages. If you're lucky). Nope, you still don't get it. By a miracle called fear, it will nto only get done, but done sufficiently well.
Parties at Princeton.
ahem.
The 'Street' consists of eleven mansions that throw themed parties three nights a week. Kegs flow freely, even after partygoers "pre party" at two or three roomparties before ever making it to Prospect. For a wild night of revelry, try T.I., to party in formal attire and smoke cuban cigars (god no), sample Quad (it's the one with the row of lexus' and mercedes' parked in front of it). For an alternative atmosphere (or if you're looking for some reefer ((who me? >looks to the left< >looks to the right<))) Terrace has your ticket.
In between the drinking, there is said homework. The wonderful thing about this place is that there are numerous gorgeous places to plop down with a book. The lawn, in a tree, nestled in a statue, in le museum de l'Art, in the Secret Garden behind Murray-Dodge, in the depths of Firestone, or on the train to New York.
Ah, New york!
But that's a whole different post.
Princeton is about hot Californian guys begging you to come out with them on a Saturday night. What's not to love?
Princeton is about meeting the sunrise with a Nat Sherman in one hand, a pen in the other, desperately trying to finish an assignment due for an 8:00 class. The temperature is a cool 75 degrees, just cool enough to keep the draft cider (a mere 5%) at your side pleasantly chilled.
About this assignment. You started on it last week. Worked on it everyday since. Did the assigned reading (starts at 100 pages. If you're lucky). Nope, you still don't get it. By a miracle called fear, it will nto only get done, but done sufficiently well.
Parties at Princeton.
ahem.
The 'Street' consists of eleven mansions that throw themed parties three nights a week. Kegs flow freely, even after partygoers "pre party" at two or three roomparties before ever making it to Prospect. For a wild night of revelry, try T.I., to party in formal attire and smoke cuban cigars (god no), sample Quad (it's the one with the row of lexus' and mercedes' parked in front of it). For an alternative atmosphere (or if you're looking for some reefer ((who me? >looks to the left< >looks to the right<))) Terrace has your ticket.
In between the drinking, there is said homework. The wonderful thing about this place is that there are numerous gorgeous places to plop down with a book. The lawn, in a tree, nestled in a statue, in le museum de l'Art, in the Secret Garden behind Murray-Dodge, in the depths of Firestone, or on the train to New York.
Ah, New york!
But that's a whole different post.
Princeton is about hot Californian guys begging you to come out with them on a Saturday night. What's not to love?