As I'm sure everyone knows by now, tomorrow is Yale's Safety Dance. Probably the only good, large dance put on at Yale (you hear that Freshman screw? I'm looking at you), it is not to be missed. I shall never forget wandering around drunk, bewildered by the lights, 80's rock, and scantily clad everyone. Nothing quite like anonymous makeouts with a girl wearing pigtails to Belinda Carlisle's "Heaven is a Placeo on Earth".

Also this Friday is the return of Modern Love. I'm sure there are other after-parties that I don't know about, either. Go ahead and leave info in the comments if that's your thing.

So go get plastered, Yale. It's the end of midterms, and you deserve it. Then take the next week to clean up your room, kick that adderall habit, and dry clean your shirt before your parents swoop in next weekend to meet all the new friends you've made, take you out to some overly expensive restaruant, and generally embarrass you.