Newmans Day is a booze-based holiday at Princeton inspired by famous words almost certainly never spoken by Paul Newman, “24 beers in a case, 24 hours in a day. Coincidence? I think not.” This year, we commissioned Will and Mike, two Princeton participants, to liveblog their beer-soaked adventures. Live-streaming updates after the jump.

7:00AM: Baseball Bats and the Finer Points of Vomiting in Public Places

Will: I woke up to the dulcet tones of a baseball bat striking my front door.  The engineer living down the hall was having another long night.  As he paced, swinging his baseball bat around his head like a spastic monkey, he spoke to himself–”Maybe if I write a short introduction.  A short introduction will be fine.”  As I prepared for a day of abusive drinking, I realized that he was discussing formatting decisions…while swinging a baseball bat, at 5am.  It was going to be a great Newman’s Day.

Mike joined me almost an hour late, which meant I had a one beer lead on him and a chance to start watching my collection of Beavis and Butthead.

Tally: 2 beers
BAC: 0.02

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After the jump: Mike arrives, things get frat-tastic. Live-blog! Beer! Whoo!

Mike: We’re not watching Beavis and Butthead. But the television is stuck on Russian television, which has always made me sick in the mornings. Speaking of morning  sickness, I woke to a bathroom whose sink was clogged with vomit. I don’t know whose vomit. The important part was that it was not my vomit, at least not yet.

For anyone else who is up, The Graduate is on AMC now. Plastics. Think about it.

Tally: 1 beer
BAC: 0.00

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9:30AM: Von Trapp Family Frat

We decided to leave our home base for a complete breakfast and hydration when we were confronted by frattiest event of the day number 1.

Scene: A bunch of boys in blue jeans and white t-shirts holding permanent markers and in formation like the Von Trapp children on a staircase.

Mike (feeling the possibility for a more interesting 2nd post): Hey
what frat are you guys in?
Frat Boy 1: We’re not in a frat.
Mike: Yes you are, you’re all wearing the same clothes…and you have pledge pins on, and you’re up at 7:45 a.m. on Newman’s Day.

(Frat boy huddle)

Frat Boy 2: Yeah, whatever.
Mike: Well, good luck, and look for this on the interwebs.

The pledge pins in question were white circles, so if any tipster can
fill us in on their identities, let us know.

Finally, the president of our senior class, after we told him we were
tired, told us to “Man up!”

• Mike: Beers: 4 BAC: 0.00
• Will: Beers: 5 BAC: 0.02

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11:30AM: Things I realized while attending class drunk:

Will: Discussions of exchange rates are particularly boring. I’m thinking of everything in terms of beer: how much interest would I have to be paid in terms of cold beer to compensate for the time cost of warm beer? How many cases of Keystone Light would I trade for a case of Tsingtao, using the normal formula 30 ‘Stones for 10 bones, and keeping in mind the current Chinese currency controls? What do rising hop prices foretell for the expected cost of my beer?

This is a preview of the three-hour seminar to come.

Meanwhile, Mike almost fell asleep watching A Shot at Love 2.

• Mike: Beers 7, BAC 0.01
• Will: Beers 7, BAC 0.03

The odyssey and liveblog continues here.