By
Deckhead:
Thursday Morning Dance Party
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Whereas I had spent my first three years at Cornell rooting out decent house parties, my twenty-first birthday turned Collegetown into a playground of alcoholic possibilities. Any bitterness harbored towards my older friends disappeared, and I suddenly found myself appreciating those throngs of students lining the sidewalk between Collegetown Pizza and Ruloff’s, the cop cars slowly cruising down Dryden, the drunk freshmen dodging TCAT buses in high heels. However, Ithaca offered little for those of us who, hailing from urbanity, enjoy the acrobatics of balancing a drink while dancing through the early morning hours.