As some of you step back onto Princeton’s campus and the sweet, sweet smell of post-reunions fills the air, we’d like share a little bit of information with those of you who might be moving into dorms for the summer:
Old drunk people pillaged Princeton this past weekend.
Right, that’s understood, you say. But consider old drunk people… hooking up. In your dorm next semester.
We went ahead and filed this one story after the jump one under “things we’d rather not know.”
A current student’s email sent out on Sunday and now making the listserv rounds reads:
Subject: So…I leave my door unlocked. Ehh… my bad. I came into my room today to find this note:
“Dear Princeton Student,
I am 28 and my boyfriend is 30. We are at Princeton reunions and we just fucked in your room. It was awesome. Thank you!
In this case, at least the culprits were young, but what makes this arguably worse is that it sounds like they weren’t even alums (“Dear Princeton Student”? “We are at Princeton reunions”?). So we’re led to believe some randos just up and checked into this kid’s room for a hot minute. Apparently reunions is like the biggest, drunkest love motel in America.
At least it was awesome though.
Enjoy summer guys,