Once a year, on Ascension Day, our town is invaded by students and alumni organised in students’ corps (similar to fraternities but not really). They wear fancy uniforms, some just the caps and possibly the sash in the colours of their corps. Some wear the jacket and pants and some walk around in full gear, with over knee boots and sabres hanging from their sides. Quite anachronistic. Many also walk around in a funk, a hangover slowly changing into the next alcohol induced buzz.

Personally, I think that’s the only way they can be stomached.

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Funky