Scenes from a Vegetaball.
Photo: Emily Slemaker
When was the last time you dressed as a vegetable for a party? Friday night, perhaps? If you answered never (and it’s most likely that you did, judging by the low attendance), perhaps you were waiting in line for the bathroom at a CD release party or getting frisky in a closet. Variety, after all, is the spice of life. More Party Report, after the jump.
Thursday night: Frat pregame
What starts off as a classy steak and shrimp dinner at one frathouse turns into a flip or dare competition. With lap dances and seductive whispers, this event quickly takes attendees back to junior high with a not-so-innocent game of spin the bottle involving, yes, Busch Light. Keep it classy, Northwestern.
Friday night: Frat formal
Nothing kicks off the weekend better than a posh formal in the city. Frat brothers head downtown to dance the night away with their scantily clad dates—one girl’s flower shaped pasties are visible underneath her dress. Just as the music turns up, all decorum goes out the window, literally. One attendee begins vomiting off of the balcony onto State Street. A couple of guests are spotted snorting unidentified substances in the bathroom. Shortly after, the party culminates (shall we say copulates?) abruptly when a frisky couple is caught fornicating in the coat closet.
Friday night: Veggie fundraiser party
Vegetaball is the theme of an off-campus fundraiser party Friday night. Either the rain deters people from coming, or dressing as a vegetable does not seem super appealing, because the party is light on attendance. That’s okay because you know what that means? More beer! And the partygoers take full advantage of the excess inebriants, so much so that one kid thinks it would be a good idea to start juggling knives. That’s our cue to leave.
Friday night: A cappella CD release party
A Quinceanera cha-chas its way to a house on Gaffield. Rather than the expected sombreros and tequila, there is an abundance of Red Bull. Fitting? Booze overflowing, everyone is either dodging falling pieces of the basement’s ceiling or doing the stanky leg. The line for the bathroom is a whole ‘nother party with seven people pissing at once. Besides flip cup, the night’s main entertainment comes in the form of watching drunk people pulling themselves together for model-esque STITCH pics. Only two cop scares go by until the party is ready to shuffle out. At least three people stay in the house to blow chunks like a piñata before embracing the line at BK. Ay Caramba!
