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This weekend, I ran putzgiving, an alumni event on our hall that happens every year before Thanksgiving. We spend two days in the kitchen in a mad dash to produce all the food, and then 80-120 alumni from the past 30 years of Putz / Second West / Pi Tau Zeta (our floor in our dorm) descend upon the assembled meal. It's an amazing event - it was our first year off-campus (since our dorm is being renovated, more on that in the future), and the turnout was great, though less than I'd budgeted groceries for (@lili please reimburse me). We couldn't bring back old classics like the ”functional moving beer tap and keg installed behind a fire extinguisher and switched on by a hidden button in the ceiling", but the pig was roasted for a solid day beforehand on a homemade grill and the afterparties were sufficiently lit. This isn't a post about Putzgiving, although I might sprinkle in photos. It's a post about how I felt about doing putzgiving, and how I felt while doing it, and what I like

spruce.world spruce.world < return to blog Ride The Tiger "I broke myself putting on a Thanksgiving dinner but I liked it" 21.11.23 11:03pm This weekend, I ran putzgiving, an alumni event on our hall that happens every year before Thanksgiving. We spend two days in the kitchen in a mad dash to produce all the food, and then 80-120 alumni from the past 30 years of Putz / Second West / Pi Tau Zeta (our floor in our dorm) descend upon the assembled meal. It's an amazing event - it was our first year off-campus (since our dorm is being renovated, more on that in the future), and the turnout was gr

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