Yours truly here at 14P had a triple-hitter weekend: while a former (illustrious) chair was carried home, intoxicated and incapacitated, after a changing of the guard, newer contributors were busy greeting the old in the most scandalous of drunken attempts at lip-locking. Meanwhile, a certain business-oriented chap was frantically conveying his concerns over orientation to a future Cantabridgian, pita-wrapped Greek delicacy in hand all the while. For one special birthday bird, it was the thunder that was chocolate-flavored this year, not the cake, which was instead perfumed with the scent of intoxicating herbs. ‘Girl’ needs to make sure that when she heads to a party with the intention of tracking down some supplements, she doesn’t end up getting dragged out, kicking and screaming, by a freshman. Maybe two touchy-feely foxes kept her company.
