Like an atom bomb or the end of the world or the Macy’s Day Parade. Whether or not you knew it, Reunions (i.e. “the perennial Ivy League blowout kegger” referred to in a GQ exposé last year) are coming. Can’t you hear it — the pitter-patter of hundreds of alumni footsteps, canes and wheelchairs, the slurping from special edition beer cans, the loudness of Reunions’ token wardrobe?
Maybe not. Or, at least not yet, with Houseparties a few days away and all. But rest assured, the countdown has begun at www.countdowntoreunions.com, which gives an up-to-the-second reminder of the time between now and when the May-hem begins.
Personally, the design of the site seems all too familiar. That font and the angular, borderless orange rectangle schema are symbols of official University webpage underdesign. I’m talking about those sites only seen momentarily in the deepest stages of room draw. Also, how did we get the web address? Not that it’s the most desireable web address (certainly not as desireable as www.pancakes.com, the homepage of PJ’s Pancake House), but the page doesn’t even mention the University.
Anyhow, Reunions are all about bold moves and in the Orange Bubble, no other reunions (lowercase) exist. Just ask the folks over at www.princetonreunions.com, who call it “an experiment focused on age and agelessness, immaturity and maturation.”