You sit there, in your rocking chair, dreaming of that night so many moons ago. The creaking of the chair slips away as your thoughts wander to that fateful Friday night back in 2016. April 22nd. Its a date seared into your mind's eye. You crack a smile and the flashback begins.



You were somehow lost on Dartmouth's incredibly small campus. You were a junior. It was kind of embarrassing. Not the point. It was around 7pm. You heard singing, carried through the soft Dartmouth breeze that always messed up your luscious locks as you strode to your grim 9L. Again, off topic. Stay with me. You followed it all the way to Alumni Hall. And there they stood. 15 incredibly socially awkward, sleep-deprived, confused looking college men. You recognize Nikhil's jawline. David's perfectly quaffed hair. Siddharth's mustache. Boyas's tender laugh. Brian's snapchat face. Its them. The Dartmouth Aires. In you walk, to alumni hall, at 7pm on that Friday night and sit down for the concert of your life. You remember Jeremy's favorite dish is tuna casserole...



Back in your rocking chair, your smile fades. That reminds you. You never turned the oven off after baking the tuna casserole for your grandkids an hour ago. You rush off...



Aires.

Friday Night.

9 PM.

Alumni Hall.

69th Reunion Show.

Way too many alums.

BE THERE OR IN 60 YEARS YOU'LL BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSE CAUSE YOU FORGOT TO TURN THE OVEN OFF