So the time had come again at Syracuse for Alcohol Awareness Week. Basically this is a week where students, okay mainly Greeks, are supposed to be more “aware” of alcohol. This “awareness” is culminated in an event called “mocktails” on Friday night. Each sorority is paired up with a frat and then they have a sober party. Not like “let’s just take a little shot beforehand” kind of sober, not “just one joint” kind of sober, not “a bottle of wine with dinner” kind of sober, but actually sober (yeah, the frats were confused about it too and asked if the mocktail money could possibly go towards the purchase of a keg).

While I’m usually the first to hop on (and steer!) the Friday night drinking train, I coudn’t help but be a wee bit reluctant to get my ticket for the Friday night sober train. I mean, really, what could that possibly be like? Unfortunately (or fortunately if you like to look at your mocktail glass as being half full) the thing about the Friday night sober train was that it was mandatory and my ticket had been purchased for me.

So, you ask, what goes on at a completely sober party? And how do people party withut the aid of mind numbing alcohol? Below is a pro/con list of my sober Friday night experience. And let me tell you; getting ready for the party without playing 3 games of Kings was a very strange feeling… Read More »

Pamela Anderson is glamorous enough for Vivienne Westwood? WHAT?

Please, don’t drink the Kool-Aid.

Saturday Night Live will have some new additions.

Katy Perry pulled a “Janet Jackson.”

Does Bergdorf‘s discriminate against the slightly chubby?

All the great musicians are dying. Maybe it’s the drugs.

The “pregnant man” is at it again and Barbara Walters is all over it.

The Olsen twins have fashion? I had no idea.

Here’s another reason to leave your house on Black Friday.

The Sex and the City copycat is gone! Yes!

[Every week, CC and John will bring you some of the wierdest, funniest, saddest things he hears on his college campus.  Join the Overheard revolution!  Leave your own overheard convos in the comments.]

“Is that your phone?”

“Yeah.”

“You have a pink phone?”

“Mmhm.”

“Is it, like, your girlfriend’s phone?”"

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

“Yup.”

Found in a dining hall, on a piece of paper shoved into a napkin dispenser:

“Students! Rise up! Class riot today, 3:00 in the courtyard. Refreshments will be served.”

Two in the morning – a pair of legs is poking out of a broken window. Two guys in striped hipster hoodies are standing nearby, craning their necks to look in.

“No, no,” say the legs. “This isn’t going to work. I’ll still be locked out, I’ll just be locked out inside.”

Ten or so sweaty people in t-shirts and tank tops are clustered around a cooler. One guy lifts the top off the cooler and dumps some colored powder in.

“What was that?” asks one, confused.

“Nothing,” says the dumper. “Just drink the Kool-aid.”

There’s a commotion outside, in the hallway. I poke my head out. A man is sprinting down the hallway with his sweater unzipped, a rhinestone necklace bouncing on his exposed chest hair, and his mouth wrapped tightly around a beer bottle. Read More »

Kool Aid. The summer drink my mom would never buy.

“It’s full of sugar!” She’d say as she pushed the grocery cart down the aisle, my little 6-year-old body stuck helplessly in the seat. “It’ll rot your teeth,” she’d say, pulling up to the flavored water aisle. “Now, you can have any of one these you want!”

Well, mom, times have changed. These days, I can drink all the Kool Aid I want.

And I can even put alcohol in that Kool Aid! I’m an independent woman!

(…but if you still want to buy my groceries, I won’t complain…) Read More »