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I have some explaining to do.
Thursday-Saturday. Princeton. Reunions weekend, for reunions 5th through 70th+. Stayed at Oscar & Sarah's. Fifteen USD bought me weekend-long drinks and two meals. Tents and fences surrounded throngs & a unique bar for each reunion group. Reputedly, it's one of the largest drinking events on this coast, which is possible when one accounts for 18,000 Princetonians (and any interested, of-age cicadas) going at a rate of x drinks/day, times 4 days and 3 nights. On Friday, Oscar, James, & I had a metrosexual day out clothes shopping & napping, a new American tradition. Later, I had a huge incident involving a stuck zipper & horseradish sauce. For the main event, somehow, I wound up being given a sign and marching in the P-rade, one of those tigerish, old Princeton traditions that obviously wouldn't include graduate students but for the inconvenient fact that the university has graduate alumni. On Saturday night, it was so cold that we all actually had to buy Princeton apparel & walk around in it, which is incompatible with current definitions of unheimlich. 5 claws/5.
Sunday. Brooklyn. At a Memorial Day party with a clamor of gays who evidently learned English at a concentration camp on Long Island. 2 winks/5.