I'm all for theme-parties but this story out of the University of Pennsylvania is ridiculous. Having attended almost as many frat parties as classes during my four years, I can tell you that these kids don't know the first thing about how to throw a great rager. As a wise and learned scholar in the art of drinking, I feel compelled to tell these ivy-kids what not to do, just in case they get caught again.
Dear everyone who has made this semester possible, In light of all the Thanksgiving warm-and-fuzzies people are exchanging, I would like to take a moment and thank you for helping me strive for my goals, both academic and otherwise, and assisting me in my greatest endeavors.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” was all I heard as I funneled my Natty Light. I was standing on a table (don't judge) at the
dirtiest best frat house on campus, my head tilted back, guzzling down that cheap beer like it was going out of style. When I was done, I jumped off the table, did a little curtsy and high fived a couple boys, before grabbing my roommate by the arm and dragging her toward the bathroom.
The Huffington Post recently published a list of 10 places every child must visit. On the list: The Smithsonian, Yellowstone and Ellis Island. I remember when I was a kid and my parents somehow found it in their souls to take to all of those places. We were a big traveling family and my parents wanted me to see (and learn about) everything.
This past Friday, 19-year old Seton Hall student Jessica Moore and several of her friends left campus to check out a party about a mile away. As they enjoyed the company of their fellow students in a privately owned house, a man attempted to enter the party without paying the cover cost.
No one likes a hot mess. Okay, well that’s not exactly true. We looove LocaLohan and anyone who…
Hello future, present, and past college sorority women (and creepy guys trying to get in on the juicy sorority gossip)!! My name is Megan, I'm a Junior, I go to Purdue, and I am so excited to be CollegeCandy's Ultimate Sorority Girl! (Also, I like exclamation points.)
So here I sit in my dorm room listening to Shakira's Waka Waka playing on repeat and sweating from shaking it like a She Wolf. Needless to say, the first days of college have been treating me well.
Question: I'm leaving for college in like 4 weeks and I'm so excited. I am living in a single next year and I couldn’t be happier. I didn’t want to live with someone random and my friends aren't going to school with me so I went with a single instead. Now that school is getting closer I'm getting worried that might have been a bad idea. Without a roommate how will I meet people?
Was there anything more exhilarating, more energizing, more exciting than grilling a friend over AIM in 7th grade about what base she got to with her boyfriend? Of course at that point, first base was getting matched up with a guy during an intensive game of M.A.S.H, second base was making out in the back row of a movie theater while your friends sitting next to you giggled, and third base was letting him feel your training bra over your shirt.
Every St. Patrick's Day when my alarm goes off at 7 a.m., my half-Irish heart flutters as I anticipate the long day of debauchery ahead (I'd like to note that I've never scheduled a class earlier than 9:30 because I won't get out of bed for it, but I will GLADLY rise with the sun for the promise of beer).
It was the Thursday night before homecoming, and a frat was throwing a "Heaven and Hell" themed party for my sorority. We were to dress like devils and the boys like angels, so I threw on a teeny-tiny LBD, a pair of devil horns from the dollar store and borrowed red patent leather pumps from my friend.
Let's be honest: drinking is fun. So fun, in fact, you're probably nursing a hangover right now so you can get the party started again in a few short hours. Everything is just so much more exciting when you've got a couple vodka sodas in your (carb-loaded) belly. Songs are better. Food tastes better. The weirdo guys from your Poli Sci class look better.
(Two guys in class, before lecture starts.) Guy 1: My girlfriend broke up with me, and sent me pictures of her and her new boyfriend in bed. Guy 2: Ouch. Guy 1: Yeah, I sent them to her dad.
One weekend, I went to a mixer at one of the best frats at my school. They had a huge party coming up and the only way to avoid waiting on long lines is knowing a brother very well, if you know what I mean. Four (...or six) drinks later, I found myself chatting with a slightly creepy and indisputably not-cute guy who claimed to be roommates with one of the coolest, hottest members his pledge class.
We all know that in the world of college nightlife, pretty much anything goes. People drink until they pass out, wake up with penis drawn across their forehead and spend the next day puking their guts out while they plan an alternate route to class so they can avoid the guy they played tonsil hockey with all night. And that's totally normal.
You’re totally over the sweaty frat party scene, and the lines for the bathroom, keg, and beer pong table at house parties is starting to piss you off. You need something new for your weekend festivities. Something like, the bar. Ok, so you’re not 21, but you know as well as anyone that the bar on the corner of campus would let in anyone not still attached to their umbilical cord.
We've all been at the sticky-floored keggers, so here's a rundown of the ten types of dudes you'll find at these parties. Every single party. Every single time. Print this out and bring it to the next frat/house party to check these guys off as you see them.
Finally, it’s your turn. You and your friend run into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. Your friend holds your purse and fixes her hair as you attempt to hover over the seat-less bowl. You pray to the gods above that your legs don't give out; who knows what sort of diseases lurk in the stains that litter the bowl.
We've all seen how boys act when they want to make out with you at a club. First, they come up behind you and begin to dance. Maybe you introduce yourselves, maybe you don’t. If they are a good dancer, you continue dancing, and if they suck, you text your friend that you have to go to the bathroom and she comes and pretends that she has to use the facilities at this exact second.
There are lots of things you don’t know about a man when you meet him at a bar. Like, where he lives. Or who he knows. Or, sometimes, his name (which makes the phone number exchange mighty awkward the next morning). It is all part of the mystery, the fun…and the nature of the situation. Usually it’s better that way; knowing that kid likes Star Wars is not going to help set the mood.
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