“Ain’t no party like a West Point party ‘cause a West Point party’s got drunks.”
As long as there has been Christmas, there have been Christmas parties. And as long as there have been Christmas parties, there have been Christmas parties where you wake up the next morning thinking ugh, what have I done? But we can say with relative certainty that even your worst drunken office shenanigans paled in comparison to what happened at the United States military Academy in West Point on 1826 because, as much as you shouldn’t have made out with your office’s married secretary, at least you never had a Christmas party go so bad it caused a fucking mutinous riot. Let’s talk history, people.
The Eggnog Riot Happened, And Was Absurd