Every winter break (and sometimes, spring break or summer break), Yale's sixteen or so a cappella groups and the Glee Club go on tour around the country (or, if you're the Whiffenpoofs, you take a month-long world tour. The Whiffs can do that). All that quality time togther means that craziness happens over these tours - hookups, breakups, back-of-the-bus makeout sessions, hosts who freely dispense alcohol, getting lost, getting put with truly sketchy hosts (see Whim's recent trips), skinny dipping in front of a restaurant in Melbourne at lunchtime - and those are mostly verifiable. It's Tour, though, so everyone expects a little insanity.
There's a rather common stereotype about the members of all-male a cappella groups that doesn't bear repeating (I've know many exceptions to the rule), but suffice it to say that one would not expect a group of them to get beaten up after being heckled as gay in San Francisco, of all places. Yet that's just what happened to the Baker's Dozen after a house party on New Year's Eve. One of the poor guys, a freshman, now has permanent titanium implants in his jaw, is on a liquid diet for the next eight weeks, and can't sing or play varsity squash until he recovers. "Gentle people," indeed.
Don't believe me? Here's the YDN article: http://www.yaledailynews.com/articles/view/19384. For the morbidly curious, the photos are available on IvyGate.
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