Oh when the Saints, come marchin' in, oh when the Saints come marchin in...
It's Mickey Finns time of the year again, and boy was I ready. After living in Boonton, NJ, for the last three months, I needed a reason to party. And there is no better way then a little Mickey Finns action. We had the pleasure of hosting some other DSP chapters from around the area and everybody had a good time. For those of you unfamiliar with the annual event, I will explain. There is a large supply of beverages, 200 pounds of peanuts, a couple cases of another southern beverage, the stylish styrofoam hats, and an old string band. Old style...and age. The peanuts are meant to be thrown. If someone can get a peanut in your beverage, then you have to chug it. Later int he evening, most of the beverages end up getting thrown instead. So if you ever plan on attending a future Mickey Finns, wear clothes that wash easily (Umbros) or things that you never want to wear again. And ladies, wear white T-shirts!

	What is Mickey Finns without the original Mickey Finns band. The drummer and the sax guy are new but the rest of the people are authentic.
	Styrofoam hats are a must. Notice the nice bite marks on them. It is compliment for someone to come up to you and take a bite out of your hat.
	This brother from another chapter has just experienced why we tell people to wear old clothes. There is a lot of thrown beverages, if you aren't drenched when you leave, then you haven't gotten the full experience.
	Bechtel and Matt fighting the mass of people in the front lobby trying to dance with the band. There is Katie getting her mug in the shot too. Yeah, Reading!