So, it’s that time again. You finally remember to call your family, they ask you how your weekend was, and you don’t have an answer. What are you supposed to say, that you partied so hard you don’t actually remember your weekend? Having some pre-prepared white lies to these questions can help you get out of situations like this. Luckily, they’re so simple, you can remember them no matter how hungover you are.Continue reading
Time to get turnt, Gambier-style! Have you heard about these legendary parties from Kenyon’s history?
I guess I should have known that pulling up to the Zeta formal wearing jeans wasn’t going to fly. The two girls out in front seemed to be running a very tight ship—and don’t get me wrong I respect the rules—I just wasn’t aware that in order to attend a middle school dance in Colburn you needed a Prada gown. That said, obviously, I put on the fanciest thing I own for my own formal, so I don’t really have any validity in my bitterness.
My name is Nathan Scott Winer and I was never meant to attend an all-campus party. I am unable to dance without feeling like a dunce (fun wordplay for you), I am always upset by sticky floors and walls (@ the AD lounge), and I don’t like most of the music played at any large gathering. That being said, any time I’ve gone out on a weekend night there has always been at least one moment of complete euphoria, just complete and utter joy. I feel like my soul is ready to leave my body to mingle with the souls of the rest of this campus whenever I hear the first few notes of what I genuinely think is one of the best songs written and released in the last several decades. I’m talking, of course, about The Killer’s seminal number one hit, “Mr. Brightside.”
Last night was the best night of your life – you went the first all campus of the year and danced your booty off, maybe even talked to that cute person you’ve literally never seen before. But this morning? This morning is the different story. Your head is pounding and your room has never been brighter. What do you do now? Continue reading
It was the best of times, and then it just fucking ended. My review of PARTY PETE’S LONELY HEARTS CLUB presented by WKCO & PEEPS. Continue reading
The gang’s all finally here! Now that the hustle and bustle of our beautiful campus has been restored, the social scene is picking up. Specifically, parties. Be it NCAs, New Apts, Old K or other, this weekend (and in many weekends to come) there will be alcohol, dancing, and general merriment. And while parties can be a great way to meet new people and relax, they can also be scary, especially to those who haven’t been to a college shin-dig before. So to all you first years out there, these are some tips to having a good time and avoiding party fouls.
- Use your words. Does this person want to dance with you? Are you allowed to drink this person’s vodka? Is the resident of this NCA okay with you coming in? Ask. The great thing about being a first year is that no one is going to judge you for not knowing where Weaver is or how to get to the New Apts. This is a pretty friendly campus, and most people want to help you. That being said, crashing private parties and pressuring upperclassmen to find you alcohol is not the best way to kick off the year. Continue reading