“I thought the food was going to be crappy but it’s amazing,” said Allison B. Kessler ’07 as she ate a gooey hunk of chocolate.

Robert M. Cronin, also known as DJ BC, manned the turntables, playing hits like Beyonce’s “Baby Boy” mixed in with dance classics like “Come on, Eileen” by Dexi’s Midnight Runners. Cronin is the office administrator of the Freshman Dean’s Office (FDO), but he DJs weddings and Harvard functions on the side.

When he threw on OutKast’s “Hey-Ya,” Billboard’s current number one hit, the first-years flocked to the dance floor. Lauren L. Jackson ’07, Claire E. Moore ’07 and Sarah T. Selim ’07 performed their CityStep dance, while ballroom dancers twirled and two-stepped in response to OutKast’s pleas to “shake it.”

Kenton J. Hetrick ’07 showed off his “running man” and “sprinkler” with fellow members of the Harvard Band, but he said his favorite move is the “’Livin’ on a Prayer’ fist.” Hetrick demonstrated, striking a pose with his knees bent, head angled downward, and his right fist straight up in the air.

“It’s a real gift,” Hetrick said of the event. “Larry’s been really kind to us.”

Puns abounded as two first-years from Weld discussed the event.

“Seeing Lizzle-Sizzle break it-dizzle was one of the most Larry-rific things I’ve ever seen,” said Andrew J. Bestwick ’07. “In my opinion, nothing could be better than a night with the Larr-Bear.”

Andrew W. Dranginis ’07 agreed, “It was hi-Larry-ous.”

First-years introduced and reintroduced themselves, exchanging hometowns in a manner reminiscent of Freshman Week.

Daniel A. Koh ’07 said the study break was another way for his class to bond.

“It’s a great way to improve the freshman community,” he said, adding that the party was better than the ice cream bash. “It’s less awkward because it’s not the first day of school.”

Summers posed for pictures, shook hands, learned names and fielded numerous dance requests.

Students clustered around him in a tight circle. Every time a group stepped away, satisfied with their twenty-second conversation with the president, a new flock shyly shuffled up to take their place.

Munching politely on a piece of cheese, Summers discussed common acquaintances with one student, computer classes with the next and tennis with a third.

“Each year, I go to adult tennis camp with a few friends from the Treasury,” he told her.