I’m too sleepy to recount anything, I did take photos, and the school spirit that had slowly collected in me throughout the dinner has dissipated. I feel like stabbing someone with my badge. Or something less normal.
Mmpfdskjgkljag this goes out to the AV Club: Totally not cool to play Rick Astley 6837459847 times throughout the course of the dinner and chuckle at your triumphs because after a few million times it STOPS GETTING FUNNY. Though it’s an awesome song. In my free time I collect stamps, stamp on bugs and RickRoll myself.
I am drunk on the orange fizzy drink. Hangover expected.