This weekend spawned some particularly sparkly gems. First, in the wee hours of the morning, a fairly intoxicated guy and girl approach the sign-in desk. The guy swipes in, but the girl lingers for a moment. She needs to be signed in:
Guy: Oh, so you go to Barnard?
Girl: Um, yeah. Is that a problem?
Guy: No… (looks her up and down)… not at all. Yeah, that’s cool. Okay, I’ll stop talking now.
Girl: Yeah, maybe you should.
Across Broadway, in 600, a Barnard lass had this to say about the her humble abode:
“Barnard dorms just weren’t made for parties. E.C. was made thinking ‘children are going to get drunk and vomit here.’ The architect was LOLing while he designed EC.”
Mysteriously produced image from Wikimedia Commons