Snuggly solutions to snow on the Street

It's hard out here for the ladies. We want to look sexy when we hit the Street, but we don't want to risk hypothermia on the way there. And recently, with the wind-chill leveling off around nine degrees Fahrenheit each night, frostbite is becoming a distinct possibility.

Unfortunately, we don't have many choices when it comes to Thursday-night fashion. You can dress for the weather outside or the weather inside. Either way, you're in trouble.

The girls who stick out the most to me are the ones who dress in preparation for the sweltering depths of the taproom and make the journey to the Street in nothing but miniskirts and tank tops. Now this either takes guts or inebriation, and I am here to say that I have yet to see one of these specimens walk a straight line.

Every weekend, I see girls wobbling down Prospect in stilettos and micro dresses, and, honestly, I can't really blame them. As silly as they look giggling and tripping over the sidewalk at 10 p.m., at least they're comfortably warm and looking cute in their alcohol-induced haze. Plus, they don't have to worry about getting their belongings stolen when they've stuffed them all in their cleavage.

The second option is to wear clothing appropriate for the season but regrettably inappropriate for the dance floor. Wearing a sweater and jeans has its advantages for the walk to the clubs, but you'll find yourself sweating like ... well, like a girl wearing a wool turtleneck in the 87-degree basement of Terrace. You also face the unfortunate issue of resembling the Michelin Man while looking for a date.

Finally, the question of where to stash your cold-weather accessories poses a problem. If you, like 85 percent of the Princeton undergraduate population, have a black down North Face jacket, then you're pretty much screwed. I can't tell you how many of my friends have had their jackets stolen or mistaken for someone else's while on the Street. I suggest that you invest in a neon crossing guard's vest or a Snuggie to make sure that you're not out of luck on your way home. The last thing you need to worry about while walking back from the Street is whether or not the key in your pocket will open your door.

The solution, you ask? First, I would suggest investing in one of those sleeping-bag body suits I keep seeing advertised. It has all the warmth of a sleeping bag with the mobility of a big fluffy bodysuit. You won't have to worry about getting that stolen from Tower's coatroom because no one else would be caught dead in it. Perfect.

Step two: Underneath that bodysuit, don your best sexywear. It doesn't really matter what you put on as long as it keeps you comfy and cool in the boiler rooms - I mean taprooms - of the Street.

So, bust out the summer threads and top it off with a sleeping bag. I guarantee that you will no longer get mocked as you let off steam on a cold Thursday night. At least, not for the original reasons.