Soju. Korean for "so good"?
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While Lupe may get his energy from his inner G, Northwestern students seem to favor fifths and joints. This weekend some passed up Blowout for skinny dipping, while others just passed out from too much Burnett’s. Allow this week’s Party Report to assist your recovery from the Bar Night bummer or the 90s revival at TKOE, after the jump.
Thursday night: Deuce Day Care
From the look of the crowd at Le Mark II Lounge this week, it seems like most upperclassmen have graduated to more classy Thursday-night establishments. Or they’re actually stuck at home studying. Whatever the reason, the Deuce fills with a heavy sophomore crowd—with even a few freshmen in the mix. Wait, oh my god, my ID works here!? Can you believe it? Yes, yes we can. But we quickly forget that we’re the oldest people at the oh-so classy establishment when brothers from two of NU’s pseudo swanky frats get generous and start buying us drinks.
Friday night: Soju, Stoners and Skinny-dipping
By 11 p.m., partygoers at a low-key party smoke cigarettes outside of the host’s apartment, only to meet three of the host’s neighbors smoking a joint. Drunk and friendly, the partygoers invite the stoners inside. The joint-smokers arrive with an exotic assortment of their own alcohol and promptly force everyone to play Ring of Death with Soju bottles. Within a few rounds, everyone is hammered off the strong, exotic wine. But, just as mysteriously as they arrived, the stoners depart back to the shadows and are nowhere to be found by the end of the game. Then, the party effectively disintegrates when half of the group decides to go skinny dipping in the lake.
Friday night: Daydrinkin’ before Daydreamin’
A close-knit group occupies a Ridge and Noyes apartment for some classic BYOB action before Lupe. Without any shot glasses, swigging from the bottle becomes completely acceptable. A pow wow forms on the floor and livers start crying around 5 in the afternoon. With Crystal Light in hand, one couple downs an entire bottle of Blue Raspberry Wave. A different trio slices up some limes and empties a bottle of Jose Cuervo. The booze sinks in shortly before the blue raspberry couple pees in a garden and pelts each other with plants. After a failed attempt to get into the football stadium for the concert, the pregamers stumble into Welsh-Ryan Arena and swear off tequila until next month.
Saturday night: Double shots of randomness
A nondescript fiesta fills a dark alley on Maple and Noyes, where guys have to pay $5 but the girls get in free by taking a double shot of Burnett’s at the door. Even sketchier: the party entrance looks like a theatre stage set to resemble the projects. Beer is supposedly the only available chaser, but some put on their best puppy eyes and push-up bras and snag a can of Coke. An extensive white board drink menu has partygoers wondering what a Drunken Afghan is, but more importantly who the hell Brad is and why so many drinks are named after him. Nevertheless, the tiny apartment brims with activity including a huge game of Kings around the dining room table, a T-Swift sing-along in a bedroom, and beer pong in the living room. Sadly, it’s more like a pong game for dwarves with a table about half the normal length. But at least that adds a new challenge to the game, right?
Saturday Night: Bar Night… psyyych.
April Fools comes early for a notoriously exclusive frat as they try to host a Bar Night. Eager sorostitutes and wishful freshmen load the buses only to arrive downtown and find that no one can get in on their “real” IDs. Were the bouncers not payed off properly or were the fratstars just not attractive enough? Oops. Buses have to come straight back to get the stranded students, but luckily the drivers know what’s good and stop at The Keg.
Saturday night: Oh my god! We won!
Athletes swarm our favorite Evanston dive bar Saturday night. It seemed like every male sport involving a ball was well represented. And just in case you didn’t get the memo that they’re athletes from their above average builds (and egos), one team sports Northwestern Athletics polos. The DJs periodic announcements to give it up for this team or that team quickly becomes numbing. Luckily, a 90s-heavy playlist dulls the pain. Brit Brit and N*Sync all in one night? Yes, please.
barcelona sucked balls you right… but lupe was a bust too. too many lasers