Feb '05 - Aug '06
Today was Milkday...
Milkday is like any other chugging competition, but... its participants are all Cornell Architects! This may be all the explanation the event needs, but for those who don't quite get it, I'll provide more explicit imagery.
First, it is important to know that all competitors are required to demonstrate the emptiness of their respective half-gallon milk containers by holding them upside-down above their heads. So, milk is all over people's heads. And with all the frantic waving and jerking, milk is all over people's EVERYTHING.
A short list of everything:
Hair, headphones, ears, shop goggles, wristwatches, skin, undergarments, friends, desk lamps, a few copies of SMLXL, the ceiling... and a number of drawings, taped - helplessly trapped - too close to the action. This last item is a first-timer on the list of Milkday collateral damage, and a sad one; students' work is over the line.
Those responsible for stepping over this holy line had thought themselves clever enough to coordinate a dramatic start to the competition, which included growling, flexing, squinty eyes, and suddenly, a powerful explosion of milk. As the glistening white cloud settled, those in the front wiped their eyes clean to discover the perpetrators each with two halves of milk carton stuck in his fists. The halves were then crushed into little balls and flung into the incredulous, milk-covered, crowd.
Incidentally, the perpetrators are the two biggest guys in architecture, and thus cannot be properly, um, penalized for their actions.
Anyway, that's the story of how the milk was sprinkled upon the drawings, and how Milk Day went sour.