Get Ready For The Longest Intro Ever
I woke up the morning after IvyGate’s big bar bash relieved that I was in my own bed and apparently still wearing my underroos. So far so good, I rationalized, and that was when I heard the shower turn on.
Despite the early morning haze of one too many gin and tonics, everything came back to me. I hadn’t gone home from that party alone. I had gone home with my new co-editor.
**
I don’t usually take showers in unfamiliar apartments the morning after. Hell, I usually just grab my pants and run. But this time was different. It was uncanny how much we complemented each other. Robyn was from Irvine, California, a student at Barnard, and headed to med school in the next few years. Basically, she could do a Korean accent better than I could; she was the daughter my mother was meant to have. I was raised in New Jersey, a former prep schooler and a student of literature at Harvard. I should have been bat-mitzvahed years ago.
When we met, we finished each others sentences. We ordered the same drinks, a few too many. Sometimes you know right away that it’s not going to work out. But sometimes you know that it will. And so I stayed for my shower. We were going to be the best of friends.
**
Our beautiful-yet-awkward relationship started out where most healthy, substantive relationships begin: through Facebook. After stalking the shit out of each other once we were assigned as co-editors, we decided to meet for drinks.
We were both in New York for the summer, interning in publishing (Juli), and taking summer physics classes whilst editing Columbia’s bioethics journal (Robyn). Well, drinks turned into a baking fiasco, then a round of embarrassing sex story trade offs, a trip to Nick and Chris’s aforementioned IvyGate party, and finally a drunken subway ride uptown, which culminated in what can only be referred to as a slumber party.
Yes, really. A slumber party. With pajamas and giggling and cookies and all that girly shit. And now we’re, like, totally BFFs. Over the past few weeks we’ve gone to the theater, the park, a nice Italian restaurant.
So thanks, Ivy Gate, for the first completely not awkward morning after we’ve ever experienced (i.e. In the words of Douglas Adams, ‘So long, and thanks for all the fish’). And, as an act of gratitude, the plan is basically to turn this blog into the next Sex and the Ivy. It’s a hard job. But someone’s got to do it.
Send us tips, recipes, personals, or embarrassing sex stories at tips@ivygateblog.com
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Juli Min, Harvard ‘09, is the singer in a funk band and also an acoustic indie duo that performs in and around New York.
Robyn Schneider, Barnard ‘08.5, is the author of several forgettable books for teenagers. She hopes to attend medical school and bedazzle the shit out of her scrubs.
–ROBYN SCHNEIDER AND JULI MIN
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July 21st, 2008 at 6:17 pm
I like you both – and I met you both. But if you dare to make this blog the “next Sex and the Ivy,” I will be forced to have Hal revoke your summer editor privileges.
July 21st, 2008 at 6:48 pm
Second. Leave that shit to Ms. Chen.
July 21st, 2008 at 8:10 pm
I like the writing style already.
I also like the Barnard representation this summer. I just hope assholes keep their comments to themselves for this session.
July 21st, 2008 at 9:45 pm
@ Cool-umbia08. Just you wait, buddy. Just wait. Signed, Asshole.
July 21st, 2008 at 11:21 pm
this is the coolest blog ever!
July 22nd, 2008 at 5:39 pm
I know summer gossip is slow, but IvyGate is fast becoming nothing but a forum for the editors’ narcissistic mutual masturbation sessions. Even a Vayner update or a few tasteless pictures of Lena Chen would be better than this. Who are you, Emily Brill? The genius of IvyGate has always been the editors’ light touch, the way in which their charming yet elusive personas lurked at the edges, smirking but rarely speaking. You have destroyed all that mystery, and you weren’t even funny while doing it–though I guess lesbian innuendo does have a certain reliable crowd appeal. Please stop before this gets any more embarrassing. And do a little reporting, for crying out loud.
July 22nd, 2008 at 6:37 pm
Amen, Bulldog2011, amen.
July 22nd, 2008 at 6:37 pm
@Bulldog2011.
Yikes buddy, yikes. But, yea, you are absolutely correct.
July 22nd, 2008 at 7:53 pm
Totally agree, bulldog.
July 22nd, 2008 at 10:39 pm
Lots of tough talk from recent freshman who didn’t even attend an Ivy when the original editors were around (hint: they weren’t Savage and Parker). It’s been like 2 days, give the new editors a break.
July 22nd, 2008 at 11:06 pm
@Cool
No – people are commenting on several weeks of guest editing, not just this new pair of editors. The comments represent the collective groan that these editors will continue on with content similar to the drivel from the other summer editors. Either way, it’s not “tough talk,” because neither I nor anyone else needs to justify my feelings about the site, as I can just stop reading. Obviously, I’m still here, but I read it a lot less often and my respect for the blog is way down – to the point where I’m contemplating just deleting it from my bookmarks.
July 23rd, 2008 at 1:37 am
SHOW US YOUR TITS!!!