Trekkies at the Kapplanetarium
Still wearing Saturday night’s jorts? Finally recovering in your kapartment from last week’s kappartying? Ease your hangover and catch up with Party Report, after the jump.
Tuesday: NU Day at Wrigley
A few hundred steely students brave the drizzle and head down to Wrigley for NU’s finest spring tradition. Who cares if the Cubs lose (don’t they always?) when everyone’s too far gone to notice? After the game, a crush party’s worth of students pour into bars to watch Chicago’s franchise du jour, the Blackhawks, pound their way into the NHL conference finals. What better way to wrap up the annual event than to watch NU’s Greek animosities dissolve as everyone group-chants “Chelsea Dagger” when the ‘Hawks score?
Thursday: Kapplanetarium Crush Party
Where did this event begin to go awry? Let’s start with the Evite. What’re we all trooping down to Logan Square Auditorium for? Why, it’s “KAPPA IN SPACE: KAPPLANETARIUM, hosted by Kappa Kappa Gamma”! Party Report can’t fit that in its mouth, keys. Worse still, arriving at that consensus moniker apparently took up all the chapter time allotted to planning the event, as the venue, to put it plainly, sucks. Kappa should know: the sorority hosted a poorly received spring crush party there two years ago. LSA’s a cavernous high school gym where the cramped bar serves $4 PBRs. (That ka-ching is the sound of hipsters are mocking you.) Did the social chairs adorn the ceiling with glow-in-the-dark galaxies? Only in our kimaginations.
Friday Night: Daily Northwestern Party
So these are what the halls of power look like: A four-bedroom on Foster, occupied by several members of ASG and one senior editor, where the cramped living room has been outfitted with a box of Franzia, cheap rum, RC Cola, and a set of tinny computer speakers. Evanston’s finest newsmen (and their noticeably more attractive female peers) rock out to “3″ and Tik Tok,” but, lest you think they’re out-of-touch, throw in a little LCD Soundsystem for good measure. (Watching sweaty Medilldos do the James Murphy dance is among life’s sweeter pleasures.) “Who are you with?” a sophomore Weekly editor interrogates the friends of a party-crashing Medill senior, with trademark snarl. “He does not work for the Daily.” No, he just drinks their Sunset Blush. Alas, exclusive the Daily is not. Respectable? Happily, no: By the end of the night, one editor has been rolled out on a stretcher. The troops re-congregate at the Daily‘s deal-with-shit headquarters (i.e., a two-bedroom at Evanston Place), where the crowd turns out to be predictably oh-my-god-what-do-we-do square about the whole affair. Let’s just say there’s more to this story, and it may be in the Daily‘s own pages this week…
Saturday Night: Beer Olympics
In the predominantly freshman-filled basement of a certain class-act frat, the usual suspects—plus a few randoms in dire need of clothes—compete as “countries” in a beer olympics tournament. The games go surprisingly smoothly, as one macho frosh captivates the drunk-off-only-beer (when does that happen?) sea of competitors. The Guidos of Italy win the tourney, but the after-party proves far crazier than the bracket.
Saturday Night: Waa-Mu Cast Party
It’s party time Saturday night for the cast and crew of “Waa Mu: Keeping Time.” Fêteing the show’s run and closing, some attendees celebrate no longer having to preserve their singing voices by chain smoking on a roof overlooking Maple and Garnett. Someone creates a custom playlist to match the show’s theme, with “Hit Me Baby One More Time” and “Tik Tok” booming through the crowded off-campus house. Theatre kids of all grades dance the night away without a care and, in typical egotistical fashion, take far too many pictures of themselves.
Saturday Night: Jorts, Jell-o Shots and Old People
An overflow of men wearing jorts make for some picky bouncers at this birthday party. Yet some gray-haired heads are spotted at the back of the sketch basement party, while on the other side of the room eager girls rush to the makeshift bar for jell-o shots. Awkward? Hell yeah. After a few hours of bad music, spastic lights and an uneventful birthday cake cutting, cops crash the party. Party Report wonders what Evanston’s finest did with the oldies, who are reportedly the birthday boy’s grandparents. Regardless: big points for bringing together family and frat.
great journalism!
Really? NO mention of SASA formal on Friday night, where almost all of NU’s Indian community was a schwasty disaster at the Hyatt? REALLY?
fuck nuintel. you guys suck
you all should investigate into the new daily EIC – word on the street is he’s awaiting criminal trials in a few weeks for his bad behavior!