Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Isn’t that what they say? Around Village Voice headquarters, home to this very news blog Runnin’ Scared, hundreds of neophytes are swarming K-Mart because their mothers will not be quiet about stocking the dorm room with a shampoo holder and Tylenol. “For headaches!” she says. They come with the territory, though. Vodka, Mom. Neighborhood watchdog EV Grieve is on the case:
He’s got the photos, and reports that it’s “relatively calm so far.” Things have surely heated up by now, with at least one Midwestern father bodying a Massachusetts Ivy League pops for hogging one of those squeaky gray moving carts.
Wisdom from an East Village veteran?
My advice: Start drinking heavily.
Oh, they will. But they have to wait for their parents to leave first.
(photo via EV Grieve, jokes/negativity via attending NYU)