PARTY TIME.

TONIGHT. 1:30AM

VILLAGE B COURTYARD.

RAIN OR SHINE.

DANCE PARTY.

LOVE REVOLUTION.

CLAUDE JACKAL.

THE CHEAT SHEET

WHAT: A. FUCKING. PARTY.
WHEN: Georgetown Homecoming Weekend - Saturday Night - Late
WHERE: Your House. TBD (See Below)
WHO: Claude Jackal & Friends and YOU!

WHERE IS THE PARTY?!

WE. HAVE. NO. FUCKING. CLUE.

That’s right… we have no idea where the party is going to be, but isn’t that fantastic?! Maybe it’ll be at someone’s house…maybe it’ll be outside The Tombs… perhaps it’ll be in front of the fountain… or Healey Hall… the bridge to Rosslyn… the Village B courtyard… down by the waterfront… your best friend’s mother’s backyard… or maybe it’ll be at YOUR HOUSE…

We’ll decide the location on the day. And we want you to join us. Email us if you want us to come over and say hello.

Otherwise, just keep your eyes open for the bantering motley crew of classless drunkards stumbling all over the place with a boombox and screaming things like… “The Jackal is Back!” and "Go fuck yourself dad!"

THE BACK STORY

Okay,

So it’s homecoming weekend and you’re a student at Georgetown, or maybe a returning alumnus – good on you – or maybe you’re just some guy whose friends went to Georgetown, and you lied about your name and bought a cap & gown and walked at graduation in 2007 and somehow people seem to remember you more than that weirdo they made out with freshman year when they got drunk instead of doing their Problem of God homework… whoever you are, it’s homecoming weekend and you’re looking for something INCREDIBLE to do…

Sure, there are a few delinquent get-togethers here and there… but the kegs are all tapped, the music is being played on someone’s laptop speakers, the floors are sticky, every time you look around to make a connection all you see is a bunch of idiots texting on their iPhones, no one is dancing, and you come to realize that the big night you’ve been waiting for is starting to flatline…

FUCK. THAT.

This is a PARTY – the good kind – pure and simple.

Anyone who wants to show up and look around pretending to be bored or unimpressed can suck a big fat one. We’ve come to play: to laugh and dance and make noise and be drunk and merry and maybe cause a little bit of mischief. And who gives a shit if you look stupid? And who gives a shit if someone calls DOPS? I don’t. We’ve got a fucking BOOMBOX for God’s sake. What else do you need to know?

WHAT TO EXPECT!

MICHAEL JACKSON (and other music that doesn’t SUCK)

4-SQUARE (old school rules)

A FUCKING BOOMBOX (I know, I know…you’re welcome)

THE RETURN OF CLAUDE JACKAL (you’ll know him when you see him)

DANCE-OFFS (grand prize will be HONOR)

JONATHAN’S BIRTHDAY (he transferred to Georgetown after not bailing me out of jail in 2006)

INDIAN DANCE MOVES (including – but not limited to – “screw in the lightbulb,” “pat the dog,” and “creepy uncle”)