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Throwing the perfect house party can be a lot of work and a lot more stress than most people are willing to admit. How much alcohol should you buy? Who should you invite? Is it worth it to make Jello Shots? Or are they a waste of money? While we can't predict if your invitees will go gaga over a hand-carved ice luge, we can give you the answers to throwing an absolutely awesome house party.
Being famous seems pretty fabulous, and if you want to get up to the level of Mark, ole’ Snooks, or even Paris, who’s always on top in her video and off, college is the place to start. If you think running for an office, being involved in multiple organizations, or leading your sorority is going to get you famous, it’s not. Don’t be a fool.
t was my first night of freshman year. After my parents finished helping me unpack and hugged me goodbye, I had only one thing on my mind: to get drunk that night. What can I say? I happen to attend one of the schools that consistently makes the Princeton Review's list of biggest party schools every year (OU, Oh YEAH!) and I had high expectations for my first night out and about.
In the past year, I passed through the rookie stage of drinking. You know, getting over the fact that drinking isn’t such a big deal after all (I know some may beg to differ, which I totally respect, but step off for a sec, darlings) and then advancing into classic teen movie, drink up mode. It was like I was Cady Heron (a la Mean Girls) being de-innocentized, except minus The Plastics.
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When it came to house parties, my roommates and I pulled out all the stops. We wanted our soirees to stand out and be memorable so we always chose a theme. We threw a bat mitzvah party for my non Jewish roommate’s 19th birthday. We had a costume parties. We had a Jell-o wrestling tournament. And when winter set in, we asked everyone to come over for a cocktail party.
While you're busy busting out A+'s and making new friends in college, it's always really nice to go home for a weekend. And that is especially true during your freshman year when home friends routinely have elaborate parties where people drunkenly reunite.
I was feeling a little rebellious this past weekend, a little adventurous. So, I took a challenge and stepped out of my comfort zone by reacquainting myself with my freshman year of college. No, I didn't make out with a dude on a futon, and no I didn't burn my Easy-Mac in the microwave and induce a 4:30 AM fire alarm. I went to a house party.
It was one of the first warm nights in a long time and everyone on campus was throwing impromptu house parties. I knew I'd be walking all over campus, so I ditched my plans for a dress and heels and opted for jeans and flip flops instead. I met up with some of the girls in my sorority and we headed out to one of the many parties of the night.
Let's be honest for a moment: house parties and bar hopping are all great weekend (or weeknight...or weekday...) activities, but they can get pretty exhausting for us ladies. We have to primp for hours, wear excruciatingly high heels and tight clothes, and still manage to look good after gettin' low on the dance floor to whatever Black Eyed Peas song the DJ decides to play.
Everyone in college can recall their "worst night" (the night they end up passed out in a pile of woodchips, or walking home at 8AM with a banana costume on), but unfortunately for us, all four of my roommates had ours on the same night.