Cambridge, Mass: 027589452. or Something ...
Although I grew up with a locked TV, I was VERY OCCASIONALLY allowed to watch Beverly Hills: 90210. My father's favorite game was purposely "forgetting" the zip code (ostensibly to demonstrate his distain over the show's sheer retardation). "Why do you want to watch 90418 anyway?" "When will Donna Martin graduate from that 95326 show?" At 13, I considered this highly insulting. HOW COULD HE NOT REMEMBER SUCH AN IMPORTANT FIVE DIGIT NUMBER?? DAD!!!!
And now, a decade plus later, here comes Harvard, so secure that their zip code is JUST AS MEMORABLE as Beverly Hills' that they've named a whole magazine after it. But I'm taking a stand. I refuse to make any attempt at remembering it. I won't even look at the last three digits.
I will, however, crash their launch party. And read the actual magazine, which, despite its understandable* focus on a particular university within that zip code, is pretty damn readable.
*I mean, really, are there any interesting or successful people who didn't go to Harvard? After reading 04865, I think we can safely say "no." And by "we" I mean the editors of 27639. Who graduated from Harvard. Obviously.
Pictures of me at the party posing with people who definitely didn't go to Harvard, after the jump. Okay, fine. One guy in the pictures went to Harvard, but it doesn't count, because now he writes theatre reviews. And c'mon, how Harvard is THAT? That's like, so totally Yale Drama. Please.
Julia and GUY WHO DIDN'T GO TO HARVARD
Julia and OTHER GUY WHO DIDN'T GO TO HARVARD
Julia and GIRL WHO'S WAY TOO HOT TO HAVE EVER GONE TO HARVARD