By Ethan Phan II
For the first time we could remember, the stars sprinkled over Hyde Park, joining the moon and the lamp in lighting up the driveway. In return for this gift from the gods, red-faced men gave their hearty bellows to the heavens, sitting around two plastic tables with bowls of leftover sauce and empty bottles. Warm watermelon juice tapped the concrete ground from the side of the table, playing the rhythmic background music to the chorus of alcohol and glee.
