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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s Harvard VS Yale this weekend, the vibes are just starting now. Everyone - and I mean everyone - has been asking about my game tickets, because guest tickets are $25 a pop. I’m more interested in the parties than the game, so I donated mine (Students get 1 free ticket and they can buy 2 for $15 each) to Lisa (one of my suitemates) for her family. Lisa, Leong, Anna and I are getting ready to go down to the dining hall. Lisa asks the room, “Harry Styles’ new buzzcut - Yes, or No?” “No,” Leong said, not looking up from her teen fashion magazine. “Oh, no - God no,” I answered, “The worst decision of 2023.” Anna blows a raspberry, “I think he’s trying to ditch his ‘pretty boy’ image and go hard rock.” Lisa followed up, “And?..” “And NO, disaster NO, jump the shark NO,” Anna answered. “I’m a NO also” Lisa admitted, and she’s a h-core Styles fan. Later, Lisa was reclining on my bed, using every pillow I own to turn it into a chaise lounge that wouldn’t wrinkle her outfit. Her heels were on the floor and her bare feet were dangling in the air. Her toenails were a French tipped twinkly-pink. She was slurping on a Coke-Zero - again - for a much-needed kick of caffeine before the night's events - which made me feel guilty, because she picked that up when I took her to Paris last summer. I’ve told her (a million times) how bad it is for her metabolism and endocrine system. “How could you do this to me?” I asked, as if exasperated - which is currently our in-joke for everything. “Now-now-now now-now,” she says, in self-defense, “what SHOULD I be drinking then?” “H2-oh,” I say. “H20, as in water,” she sort of inquired, she then asked, “What’s the ‘2’ stand for?” “Twenty,” I think, snarking back. “Oh, you fancy, huh?” she laughed. “I’m in college.” I shruggingly bragged. I was shuffling through my closet, trying to pick out an outfit that would, at least, look ‘ok’ next to Lisa’s ‘in your face’ fun mix of pinks and purples sprinkled with neon greens. Barbie herself could never. I doubted I could keep with the theme. My secret to dressing for these endless ‘theme’ parties, is to just tune out the noise and focus on your feels. If you give too much weight to how others will judge you, it’ll ruin the moment. I ended up wearing a vintage, deep blue, Betsey Johnson dress with matching tights and black ballet flats. Glittery, smokey-eye makeup and messy curls completed the 'très bien ensemble'. I looked in the mirror, hoping for glam, and shrugged, “the scene’s going to be moody-lit anyway,” I said, as an excuse to the universe. “You’re going to murder-der-der,” Lisa pronounced, as we gathered our bags to leave. “Murder-der-der?” I chuckled. “Murder-der-der,” she confirmed, as if it were obvious. h-core = hard core
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