Fear and Loathing in Princeton
We were somewhere around 1879 Arch, on the corner of Prospect, when the drinks began to take hold.The ringing in my ears rose to a shrill pitch, and suddenly I was surrounded by what looked like a choir caught in a maelstrom, their voices mixing into some frightening harmony, and a voice was screaming, "Holy Jesus, we've stumbled into A Chorus Line!" The voice, I discovered, was my own, and the singers were no hallucination but rather a group of perturbed a cappella vocalists whose performance I had ruined.