Reunions! Phineas' first exposure to the weekend when our town and campus are over run with orange and black and alums from all over the world. We even have various off-year attendees crashing at our house, which Finn absolutely loved since he is a "the more the merrier" type of guy. There is nothing else like Princeton reunions... about 40% of all living Princeton alums (and presumably 100% of the dead ones) come back and enjoy a weekend of free alcohol in courtyards, a self-congratulatory class parade down the middle of campus, dinners, fireworks, and an occasional 70-year old world-renowned cardiologist drunkenly heisting a golf cart and driving nude through campus at 3:00 am (this actually happened a few years back). It's basically Mardi Gras for investment bankers, tax attorneys, consultants, art historians and the like. Classes even bring in great bands for parties each night; I've seen Neil Diamond and Blues Traveler playing the reunion tents. It's all orange and black, all the time.
Finn loved every last minute of it, and skipped his afternoon nap so he could rock out to Lady GaGa at Ivy Club. Is it a bad sign when your seven-month old is clamoring to play drinking games with women in their twenties and thirties?
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