Ah, graduation…

the memories,

the gifts,

the remarkably expensive polyester gowns…

Yes, tonight (much like some species of bird) we shove an entire class of longhorns off the cliff that rises above work life, forcing them into the “Real World” ( a phrase that no longer refers to an MTV reality show).

For those of us still left in the trenches of a university education. I offer a solution to panicked stricken friends: the friendly social get together known as the graduation partay

TIPS for a successful celebration:

1. Libations (they will make all of the following tips EVEN better… duh)

2. Hilarious old pics of everyone peacing out. (naturally the more awful/and/or/hilarious the better)

3. An extensive playlists of songs para baliar. (include those that everyone knows but won’t admit to knowing…)

4. Toasts and tacky graduation garb (for the pics sake)

Any other things I missed?

CONGRADULATIONS LONGHORNS!

Once upon a time, Alanis Morissette sang about ironic things.

It wasn’t anyone we know’s wedding day, but last night, some companions of mine and I visited the Elephant Room, which, if you don’t know, is located in a basement cellar and has live jazz every single night of the week.

We arrived around 10 p.m. We left around 1 a.m. Basically, the world looked like some Will Smith/ I Am Legend shit when we got out. We were buzzed and confused. And it looked like the trees of Austin threw up everywhere.

Which brings me to my next point. We were safe drinking away at a jazz bar in a basement during a “tornado.”

Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?

I have posted a picture of some of my apt. damage to our lovely Flickr (let us know if you want to submit yours for display).

Elephant Room: the place to booze during inclement weather.