You Don't Need a Keg to Karaoke.

An institute-sponsored karaoke party, complete with a keg (for those over 21) ... it was quite an adventure for my tee-totaling roommates and I. Long before everyone else was drunk enough to get behind the mic, we'd hijacked it and regaled the crowd with Elvis' "Hound Dog" and, along with some thick-accented Bulgarian students, "Summer of '69" by Ryan Adams.

Shortly after Whitney and Raechel (pictured below, she's got an amazing voice) finished belting out "I'm So Pretty" in full-blown operetta style, the crowd had swelled (an obvious consequence of free booze), some of our guy friends had figured out the system and far exceeded the 3-drink max, and some serious grinding had ensued on the dance floor. We decided to head back to the room for some homework.

Georgetown is definitely a different culture than Biola. I'm flabbergasted by school-sanctioned parties. The number of smokers is shocking. But I was prepared for the worst, and I've been surprised and welcomed by such a great community of Christians and totally amazing non-drinkers that I haven't yet felt that I'm missing out because I don't drink or don't have a fake.

Washington D.C. is, as Andrew forewarned, full of people who work hard and party harder. But what i'm grateful for is that there's also a place for people who party without looking ridiculous, sloshing beer onto other people and stumbling around the dance floor...