Rain stops play

The university's annual celebration was marred by cold, wet, windy weather, with a powerful gust snapping the handle from my umbrella as I walked to campus. The only shenanigans I witnessed were a couple of dudes in summer dresses and a few other guys'n'gals toting wine casks. It was a far cry from Nuke U's muck-up days, where brakeless billy carts would hurtle down the steep slope towards the union building, past artificially foaming fountains and contestants puking their way through the legendary eating competition, while scavenger hunters returned bearing Ronald McDonald statues, etc. "borrowed" from surrounding suburbs. To say nothing of the ritual human sacrifice.