The members of one final club had less than a hoot at a Thursday punch event when the boat was too small for everyone to bring a date. Punches could bring a friend, but members spent the night cuddling with their own personal bottles of bubbly. This marked the first time in Owl history that their dates were dumber than they were.
In other watery news, a few inhabitants of a certain river house were finally able to move back into their sewage-ravaged rooms, which, according to some, still reek.
Speaking of stink, The Advocate (also known as “The Club” in the newly screened Ivory Tower) raised a stink one Saturday night as new initiates handed out golden apples as sexual invitations...apparently, ugly people need to make these things clear.
Meanwhile one heavy-hitting dean’s son embarked on a little general education of his own...see page 18 for the mug shot.
His coif certainly wasn’t as well swept as that of former Miss Teen Texas, who sashayed into the Fox Club on Friday night. After sucking face with a member, the beauty queen returned to her Northeastern stomping grounds with a slew of digits. Nothin’ like a Harvard man!
Also at the Fox, a bunch of (crazed) football players stormed the door in pursuit of margaritas and freshman tail. Luckily the only club member who plays a sport (and weighs more than 140 pounds) kept the rapscallions away.
Public service isn’t dead over at the Fly. This weekend, the government of France knighted an alumnae for his distinguished accomplishments in, um, wine collecting. The sons and daughters of the Fly got down and dirty with the knight and his nearest and dearest geriatrics. The band was good and the 12-year-old grandchild doling out Champagne was even better.
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