



After officially accepting that I was done for the year at school, what better way to distract my nostalgia than to join the Jack Wills crew in Hartford for a frat party? Not much. So off to Trinity College I was, best friend in tow and party pants on. The night started slow, catching up with everyone in Rachel's apartment, but hit a spike once arriving at the Alpha Delta frat house. If I had to choose one word to describe the duration of the evening it would have to be “fratastic”. The house was decked out in neon paint, Jack Wills banners, Uncle Jack flags, bars, a library (my favorite aspect), countless drinking game tables, a dancing cage and a DJ booth. Being only my second frat party ever, I still wasn’t sure what to expect but the frattiness that ensued seemed text-book quality. Kegs, backwards hats, pastels, fleece vests, anything urbandictionary.com dubbs “frat”, you name it, was there.



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| my JW duffle is going to Italy! |
According to UVA students, actually seeing a horse at the event is completely unexpected, as many people never make it off their own plot. We quickly learned that the event centers more around the outfits and the beverages than the jockeys, but we were still determined to catch a glimpse of the races. Luckily were able to watch from the presidents booth, where we even got close enough to pet one of the horses, which I'd say makes our first Foxfield trip a success. Abby and I placed bets on a few of the races, but unfortunately had no success, although we met a lot of interesting people doing so!





