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What?! Only two (maybe three depending on your dedication/stamina) partying weeks left in the quarter?! Must be time to crunch in all of those Greek functions. Whether you spent the week hurling out of a rented school bus or pole dancing at an a cappella party, catch up with Party Report, after the jump.
Thursday night: Sorority date party
Girls and their dates travel into the city to an upscale, hip Chinese restaurant complete with a second floor bar, lounge area and elevated dance floor. The bouncers are noticeably easy on IDs—so long as the picture shows some resemblance, and the plastic claims you are 21, you’re golden. But then, partygoers realize why the bar area is cordoned off by red velvet ropes. The establishment wants to prevent the “21-plus” crowd from sharing alcoholic beverages with the underage attendees, so partygoers down drinks in a seatless, pig pen-like area abutting the bar. Talk about buzz kill. Things don’t get interesting until the bus ride home. On one bus, a date leans out the window on the Kennedy Expressway and begins to regurgitate the alcohol-mixed-with-Chinese-buffet contents of his stomach. On a second bus, another date spends the entire ride home with his head in the bus driver’s trash can. She lets him keep it when they arrive back to campus. These boys need to learn how to hold their liquor.
Thursday night: Fraternity date party
Limos and party buses head downtown for a fraternity date party, but when they roll to a stop on a ritzy stretch of Rush Street, no one can find the venue. After a few minutes in the cold, a bouncer arrives to usher everyone down an alley, through a side door, and into one of those clubs so swanky that it doesn’t have a sign outside. The mixed drinks at the open bar are weak, but no one complains, and the dance floor fills up quickly. By the end of the night, many are drunk enough to get the school buses (downgrade) to drop them off at the Deuce.
Saturday night: Birthday party at Chicago and Lake
For one 7th floor Blue Whale apartment resident’s 21st, the typical Blue Whale crowd gathers for a birthday party. Only some follow the casual “flannels” dress code to honor the birthday boy’s favorite outfit, and the rest are clearly dressed in Keg attire. The party started off as a typical Blue Whale sausage fest, but plenty of girls show up as the night goes on. There is a surprising lack of drinking games but a lot of mingling as the mixed drinks flow and groups do shots in the kitchen. One crazy partygoer rolls around in a desk chair the whole night, and the chalkboard becomes a giant drink tally board. The group loves Enrique’s “Bailamos,” after which a bunch of girls round everyone up to go dance at the Keg.
Saturday night: Off-campus frat party
After a failed party attempt Friday night, an off-campus frat house decides to give it another go, and this time people turn out. The set-up’s pretty standard—keg on the porch, pong in the dining room, drunk girls wearing heels despite the fact that they’re just at a house party—but everyone’s having a good time. By the end of the night, a few guys from another frat show up to make it a inter-Greek affair, some more people trickle in to post-game the Keg, and the last ones standing are singing, dancing, and finishing off the remaining vodka and whiskey.
Saturday Night: A cappella party
Rejoicing after one group’s weekend performances, a cappella groupies flood a Foster Street basement. Happy partygoers get even giddier when the never-ending supply of beer and mysterious yellowish D-RANK start flowing. Multiple tables of beer pong and some wholesome pole-dancing on the sultry radiator poles kept people’s thirst raging. Moving upstairs, the extra supply of Tang and Skoll is found. Despite the amount of drank consumed, everyone is well-aware of the girl-on-guy couch-mounting sesh around the corner. The basement quickly empties out after partygoers get their fix of Ke$ha and ‘N Sync and head off to the next theatrical party.
Saturday night: The Keg
The Keg—or at least the dance floor—hosts one of the biggest Saturday crowds we’ve seen in a while. As usual, the lovely TKOE serves as the post-game for several date parties and formals, including lots of classy guys in suits (not including the townies in suits) and the notable Tacky ’80s crowd running around in neon, spandex and shoulder pads. The dance floor is so packed that even the people who aren’t dancing have no choice but to grind on someone’s ass. The dance floor crowd loves “Chelsea Dagger” and “S&M” but a group of guys boos “Black and Yellow” until the DJ actually stops the song to ask why they’re booing and then changes it. Wiz isn’t allowed but T. Swift is okay? What is wrong with these boys?
