Reid, an aspiring comedic actor with the misfortune of having acquired a taste for pre-med classes, had just returned from play practice and was in one hell of a mood. We began our foray into Whitman drinking culture by imbibing several beers which claimed to be both natural and light but in actuality were neither. After a respectable amount of the heavy and unnatural beer had been consumed, Reid and I felt a drunken restlessness descend upon us. So we decided to go where all regrettable evenings at Whitman eventually lead- the TKE basement.