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Unlike Vegas, what happens during Parent’s Weekend does not stay a secret forever. After taking your folks to the Rice game and pretending like Deering Library is your natural habitat, there’s no better way to say “See you at Thanksgiving!” than with a raging hangover. This week’s Party Report captures the variety of merriment from ballin’ like Yoda to hallway orgies. Check out all the details after the jump.
Friday Night: Turkey Basters to the Rescue
Ridge and Church gets rowdy for an a cappella after party. A caboppers throw back celebratory shots in the kitchen, and partygoers discover a tub full of a gin and lime juice concoction. Turkey basters are the provided vessel, so everyone takes turns shooting the tangy, candy-like fluid into each other’s mouths. Meanwhile, the living room turns into a disco with beer pong, and one bedroom bears witness to numerous platonic make-out sessions. Completely shit faced and unable to stand, partygoers clench their bladders, pile on the floor of the hallway, and avert their eyes from the two freshmen getting freaky by a couch. A party as successful as the show.
Friday Night: Luke, I’m wasted.
An apartment equipped with a 20-foot beer bong and a stripper pole hosts a Star Wars themed party. Attendees dress up as Han Solo, “the force,” Chewbacca, and R2D2, and enjoy an assortment of hard liquor with chasers along with some random beer. Partygoers include a cross section of a rough-and-tumble female sport’s teams and the gays. Random straight undergrads arrive toward the end, confused by the scene they’ve just walked in on.
Friday Night: Wait…what frat are we at?
A notoriously mysterious frat attempts to raise the bar, but when we roll up just after midnight, the party has mostly died down. That doesn’t even get an A for effort. But we still bear witness to the remaining partygoers hooking up in hammocks and others playing beer pong while dancing to Enrique and waving glow sticks. So frat-tastic.
Saturday Night: Ballin’ with Forties
A “Ballerz” themed frat party attracts sorority girls wearing crop-top jerseys, American Apparel thigh-high socks, and short shorts. Edward Fortyhands is the game of choice. Every guest get a personal forty to serve as a chaser for shots of apple-infused vodka—served in floral Dixie cups—and an orange Fanta-vodka fusion—served in Styrofoam. A group of girls disappears to a bedroom to chase tequila shots, while others opt to roam up and down the crowded hallways, clambering up the walls for support. And then there’s the basement with lasers and rainbow lights and a dance floor packed with grinding bodies that manage to dodge the forty bottles that litter the floor. Back on the third floor, one brother’s room becomes a hazy hotbox after a joint and blunt are passed around. Those who choose to not smoke projectile vomit instead, leaving a puddle on the bedroom floor. But the incident is overlooked because everyone’s in a celebratory mood from the rare football victory.
Saturday Night: Athlete’s Birthday
Male athletes and their scantily clad female counterparts gather at a house on Maple to celebrate one Nadal-protégé’s 21st birthday. In typical bro fashion, cheap beer flows freely and mixed drinks are nowhere to be found. Smart partygoers forgo the packed first floor in favor of the dimly lit basement with Top 40 music pumping in the background. It’s like our own personal TKOE. And best of all, the basement allows partygoers to avoid the stares from cops who continually linger outside.
