Fading into darkness and a coma with Avicii
Photo: Christine Cho
Let us just take a moment and think about what we learned this weekend. The Deuce is still a-bumpin on Thursdays, upperclassmen crowd TKOE, and you’re never too old to shed some tears for Mufasa (especially when blazed out of your mind). This and more sheer Party Report bliss, after the jump.
Thursday night: Deuce Pregame
Upperclassmen mingle at a mid-campus apartment that might just be nicer than our parents’ house. The hosts give tours of the five bedrooms and incredible master suite complete with his and her closets and a bathroom with two (yes two) toilets. Guests enjoy an equally luxurious drink selection with plenty of hard beverages and complimentary mixers. But in the living room we spot a group of frat stars on the couches playing a game of flip cup. Looks like you can take the student out of the typical college apartment, but not the college out of the student.
Thursday night: Krunk Karaoke
Our favorite Chicago dive bar was noticeably less crowded than last week’s back-to-school shenanigans. But a group of mostly upperclassmen enjoyed the free pizza and reasonably priced drinks until they realized that the last Thursday of the month conveniently coincides with karaoke night. Undergrads were subjected to horrific renditions of pop songs by their peers. We know drinking might give you the confidence to grab a mic, but it certainly doesn’t improve your vocal ability. Leave it to the Bienen kids next time.
Friday night: Hakuna Matata + Ganja – what a wonderful thing
An apartment of upperclassmen decide to hold a small, informal rager, but, after a good three-and-a-half hours of relentless drinking, everyone at the party decides to settle down with a bong. Everyone is left in a twisted stupor and the group proceeds to sit on the floor and watch “The Lion King” in its entirety. The guests become captivated by the Disney classic including one kid who cries during the scene where Mufasa dies.
Friday night: Dayglow
Raunchy undergrads suit up in their skimpiest white attire and head to Congress Theater for Dayglow’s Blu Fall Tour. Unsure if it’s paint or puke splashing on their backs, slimy children push their way to the front only to be greeted by giant cannons ready to cover the crowd in color. Bright lights and anemone-esque critters on stage distract people from the girl in the fetal position getting trampled. With paint in eyes and hands in strangers’ pants, everyone raged and transmitted diseases all night long. Question of the night: Where the eff were the ladders and cages this year?!
Friday night: 21st spent with with Jim Beam and a trashcan
What starts off as a gathering of five or six close friends for a 21st birthday celebration at an upscale Evanston high-rise, turns in to an impromptu party and game of ‘let’s see who can take the longest swigs of champagne and whisky.’ The star of the evening quickly becomes a hawt mess and spends the rest of the night bent over a trashcan, because what better way is there to spend a 21st than acting like you’re 18 all over again. Despite the main attraction leaving, the party escalates as one guest proceeds to draw Harry Potter-themed insignia on everyone’s hands, isolating one person to receive the the dreaded ‘Dark Mark.’ This is when shit gets real.
Friday night: That was awkward
A basement on Foster gets plenty of action from the lyres and a popular south campus dorm. Busch Light cans glimmer in the Christmas lights. Due to the overwhelming vibe of sobriety, the minimal debauchery raises eyebrows. Straight ahead, one couple sucks face and grabs ass in the middle of the crowd diverting people’s attention from the only dancing duo grinding in the corner. Upstairs, two guys and three girls cram into the bathroom to speed up the line. Red cups emptied, the party moves down the street to the next frat.
Saturday night: Rolling at Avicii
Northwestern students got their rave on at the Congress Theater Saturday as Swedish DJ, Avicii, brought his bangers to the Midwest. Swarms of undergrads took the theater by storm despite ridiculously rude security and a pretty bro-infested crowd. Bouncers got quite frisky with their pat-downs, checking inside shoes and socks, and smelling individual cigarettes after pulling them out of the box. Aside from the frat star who got thrown out for cocaine possession, the majority of the audience arrived by 10:30 p.m. But things really got sweaty closer to 11:30 when Avicii took the stage. Everyone’s favorite angels show up like a big sloppy ball of intense contact. An amazing light show, coupled with the DJs best tracks, made for a memorable evening of chemicals, glitter, and barely-there attire. And who could forget the numerous clown-eyed creeps selling X to everyone on the floor?
Saturday night: Blacked out at Ridge and Davis
Despite running out of booze by midnight, a community of students (“300 motherfuckers up in here”) packs an R&D apartment and takes shots in honor of Nigerian Independence Day. Or at least that’s the excuse given. While we assume the lights have been cut off in the apartment because the cops have visited three times now (3!), we overheard a better excuse laughingly told to a newcomer by a party regular: “Because when we can’t see each other, we cant judge each other.” This gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘blacked out.’ As unholy events transpire in the (somewhat) secluded corners of the dance floor, we meet a fedora-clad grad who introduces himself as “Sacrifice” and manages to keep the entertainment alive until more alcohol can arrive.
Saturday night: Sloppy Strippers and Flooded Fools
A house on Ridge starts off the night on a low note with uncontrollable flooding in the basement/dance floor. And another student makes a party foul by getting sick on top of the already ruined carpet. However, the lively partiers are determined to make the best out of the sloppy night. Upstairs, partygoers engage in an intense strip beer pong tournament, more vomiting, and then subsequent face-sucking sessions in dark doorways.
Saturday night: Co-op Punk Party
Undergrads partied like it was 1985 with a punk-themed party at the south campus co-op. Partygoers decked out in punk garb got in for free, while other guests had to pony up cash—or just muster up the kind of ‘I-know-somebody-important’ confidence and act like they belonged there. Highlights include a girl with fully spiked hair and a guy with white face paint and black lipstick—a little KISS meets millennium emo, but we’ll take it. The house stocked the party with a surprising amount of high-quality (well, for college) beer, Jell-O shots, and mixed drinks in a beaker—because why should you be conventional?
“Sweedish”????
NU Intel, you gotta have some integrity…sometimes.