Catch a cold? No, it's just the thaw.
Still nursing that hangover following Friday night’s ceremonious end to the freshmen freeze? Yeah, we are too. But pause that Netflix instant queue and take a second to relive all the glory from the past weekend. This week’s testosterone-heavy Party Report after the jump.
Wednesday: Pot Shots
A group of brothers from a cryptic frat head to McFadden’s to celebrate one junior’s 21st. The group quickly discovers golden pot shots: a scorpion-like golden bowl filled with heaping amounts of hard alcohol, which are consumed in one fellow swoop with 25 or so of your closest friends. One intoxicated sophomore gets very generous and buys the group three pot shots. Yum. But when will we hear about the mono outbreak?
Thursday: Fashionably-late frat stars
When we arrive at Le Mark II Lounge at 12:30 a.m., the usual Northwestern crowd is nowhere to be found. Shit, are we actually going to have to make small talk with this hodge-podge group of upperclassmen? Luckily, the bar fills up with the fashionably-late crowd within half an hour. While patrons are saved from enduring the torture that was karaoke the week before, the lack of music means you’re actually forced to feign interest in banal conversations. Highlights include one frat star spending the majority of his night trying to woo a certain dancer spawn, and another frat star ceremoniously ripping his shirt off on his way out the door. Well, if you can’t stand the heat, that’s certainly one easy solution.
Friday night: Freshman freeze ends, fire alarm commences
A frat, known for the tackiest-themed party of the year, celebrates the end of freshmen freeze with an on-campus party. And we’re using the term “party” lightly once we realize the dance floor the brothers have fashioned doubles as their dining room. Classy. Things get interesting when the fire alarm starts blaring, which sends the freshies into a frenzy. So much for your first “real” frat party. It’s probably better to stick to off-campus stuff anyway.
Friday night: The gift that keeps on giving
A politically-inclined frat breaks the freeze by turning their frat house into Mount Olympus on crack. Skimpy-toga-wearing undergrads run from room to room in search of booze and music. The room at the end of the hall is blasting techno, but it’s completely empty—that’s until one sly group discovers a handle of tequila inside. Partygoers pass the bottle around a newly formed circle, swigging to their Hispanic heritage and chasing with a pitcher full of Coke. Just as the now heavily intoxicated coeds get the urge to start frat hopping, a spacious (and empty) dance floor appears like the Room of Requirement. The beer-soaked floor makes for the greatest slip ‘n slide ‘n fall on your ass ever. But wait. This party keeps on giving. A handle of vodka conveniently accompanied by shot glasses is found in the bathroom. But when a girl begins to tumble down the stairs, we realize it’s finally time to leave.
Friday night: A sticky sitch
Northwestern’s oh-so exclusive frat opens its door for the end of freshmen freeze. But freshmen’s first glimpse of this top tier frat is largely disappointing: the floors are so sticky that as we try to maneuver the bro-infested top floor we almost lose our sandals with each successive step. And then we encounter a group of frat stars hurling empty beer cars and handles at a wooden board—for fun. Needless to say, the board eventually falls over with a huge thud and we manage to narrowly escape a concussion. Clearly our cue to leave, we sit on the steps outside with the resident chain smokers.
Friday night: Klassy Cocktails
Freshmen pack an “up-and-coming” frat and enjoy a crowded, but not too sexually stimulated, dance floor. Except, of course, the three freshmen couples who spend the night with a mixture of grinding and OTPHJs that would make the most hardcore Keg-goers proud. One brother classes it up by serving margaritas (in Solo cups, naturally), a welcomed diversion from the sea of beer pong and jungle juice. One observant (read: sober) partygoer suggests he skipped the traditional tequila in favor of vodka. Oh well, the drinks are still strong.
Saturday night: Keg Bro-fest
Throngs of Michigan fans—most of legal drinking age—add to the already testosterone-heavy night. Apparently, everyone missed the memo that the women were going downtown, so a certain group of upset athletes crowd the bar, while other NU students sweat out their tailgates from earlier in the day. Smarter patrons take a birds-eye view from the crowded booths. But all they can see are Wildcats upset about the game and Wolverines upset that the Keg is exactly like what they heard.
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