Frat Parties

I had hoped that Animal House was not in fact based entirely in truth. It is. I went to my first frat party on Saturday, and it officially smelled like ass. I entered a mild state of shock. Paint was peeling from the walls, it looked unclean even though it was only the beginning of the year, and people were already drunk and stumbling when I arrived. I looked around at the girl barfing into the sink and the frat boys surfing the room in Hawaiian shirts, leis and no pants, and it all seemed remarkably familiar. Ties were hanging from all the doors by midnight, including the bathroom.

True to form, the frat was in a slightly seedy part of town. Definitely not a neighborhood from which one would wish to wander drunk into at three in the morning. The living room table was slick with beer. People had been spilling beer on the table from a poorly executed game of beer pong. For those not familliar with beer pong, the idea is that you throw a ping pong ball into one of your opponent's beer cups, forcing them to drink it. The problem with drinking games, though, is apparently that it's difficult to remember rules when you're drunk. So basically any development in the game is deemed worth drinking over by the end. The streams of people who moved in and out of the game were slowly sprinkled into the rest of the house, and hilarity ensued.

There were awkward gaps between songs, too. Everyone who was grinding would therefore stop awkardly at the end of a song and look dazed before the next song started. People were packed in like sardines, squished up against the walls and other people. Movement was impeded, and hazardous, to boot. Names were given and immediately forgotten. I think the dancing is actually a pretty good metaphor for the frat party, really. Frat parties are awkward and dodgy, but no one notices because they're all buzzed.

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