I had such great times on the Red Mile, stories like this one make it look like half-naked chicks were the only reason why people went. I'm sure there were people there just for that, but it was pretty contained to a certain section that was avoidable if you wanted it to be.
I'm not going to deny that there were moments where guys were, well, guys, and were abnoxious, but everyone just wanted to have a good time and were overall respectful. I don't remember a whole lot (one night my roomate and I walked all the way back to UofC from 17th... there were no cabs and we just started walking and next thing you know we were home!), but from what I do remember it was a blast.
awwww, I'm getting home-sick...
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