May ball v. fancy dress
Asher Simcoe
Issue date: 5/11/05 Section: Distractions
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Minimal class hours, W&L credits, insane night-life, naked jumps into freezing water at sunrise, and unlimited snobbery...W&L spring term? How about golf on the Old Course and royal sightings? St. Andrews, Scotland? You're on the right track. Yes, Italy is great, but for the ultimate in nighttime debauchery and elite VIP-ness, head over to golf Mecca.
Now don't get me wrong, I love W&L and always will, but sometimes you need a break. And if this break involves drinking five nights a week, staying up until sunrise to jump into the North Sea naked with the rest of the school, or having a drink with the future King of England, count me in.
The annual Charity May Ball was this past weekend, and I must honestly say that it made Fancy Dress look like a middle school prom. I have worked on the FD in the past and I know the time and effort that go into it, so I am in no way putting it down. Let me just set the scene for the May Ball. With my VIP ticket, I headed over to the champagne reception held in the ruins of the St. Andrews Castle, overlooking the North Sea. The atmosphere was incredible - beautiful weather, sweeping views across the sea, bagpipes playing, drinks all around, and a fleet of Jaguars waiting to take us to the ball.
My first stop was the VIP casino/food tent. After a few hands of blackjack, I grabbed some roast hog and caviar and headed to the bar. The main dance floor and the bar reserved for standard ticket holders quickly became known as the "plebeian chamber" by the VIP's. I avoided it at all costs. I'm not waiting 45 minutes for a drink. My private bar got me served in at least three, and there was never a line for the ice luge. After consuming enough alcohol to start walking sideways, I went outside to check out the amusement park rides. The only ride that wasn't vomit central was the bumper cars. Later, I hit the dance floor for awhile then returned to the VIP rooms where I began physically assaulting my friends who were passed out in an effort to wake them up. Fortunately, I didn't have to make a trip to the first aid tent (yes, there was actually a first aid room on site to deal with people).
We need to kick FD up a notch. Have a VIP room and charge more for these tickets, serve alcohol to those who are 21, increase the budget if necessary and we'll really get things going. But if you're looking to go abroad next year, check into St. Andrews. You'll have no work all term, and it's an experience your liver will never forget.
Now don't get me wrong, I love W&L and always will, but sometimes you need a break. And if this break involves drinking five nights a week, staying up until sunrise to jump into the North Sea naked with the rest of the school, or having a drink with the future King of England, count me in.
The annual Charity May Ball was this past weekend, and I must honestly say that it made Fancy Dress look like a middle school prom. I have worked on the FD in the past and I know the time and effort that go into it, so I am in no way putting it down. Let me just set the scene for the May Ball. With my VIP ticket, I headed over to the champagne reception held in the ruins of the St. Andrews Castle, overlooking the North Sea. The atmosphere was incredible - beautiful weather, sweeping views across the sea, bagpipes playing, drinks all around, and a fleet of Jaguars waiting to take us to the ball.
My first stop was the VIP casino/food tent. After a few hands of blackjack, I grabbed some roast hog and caviar and headed to the bar. The main dance floor and the bar reserved for standard ticket holders quickly became known as the "plebeian chamber" by the VIP's. I avoided it at all costs. I'm not waiting 45 minutes for a drink. My private bar got me served in at least three, and there was never a line for the ice luge. After consuming enough alcohol to start walking sideways, I went outside to check out the amusement park rides. The only ride that wasn't vomit central was the bumper cars. Later, I hit the dance floor for awhile then returned to the VIP rooms where I began physically assaulting my friends who were passed out in an effort to wake them up. Fortunately, I didn't have to make a trip to the first aid tent (yes, there was actually a first aid room on site to deal with people).
We need to kick FD up a notch. Have a VIP room and charge more for these tickets, serve alcohol to those who are 21, increase the budget if necessary and we'll really get things going. But if you're looking to go abroad next year, check into St. Andrews. You'll have no work all term, and it's an experience your liver will never forget.