I was but a wee first-year, dazedly stumbling my way home from Highlighter Party, when I heard the now-extinct Philander’s Phling mentioned for the first time. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” lamented Cool Senior Girl Smoking Outside Old Kenyon While Making Casual Dickensian References. Now it’s three years later, and we, the Phling-less, are still wondering — was it really that great?
In anticipation of tonight’s Philander’s Ball, and with help from some generous seniors (who shall remain anonymous because they’re all about to enter the real world), the Thrill has compiled a list of the Class of 2014’s all-too-real reminiscences on the Phling that was.
Senior A — “”I barely remember anything.”
Senior B — ” 1. I went home with a German. 2. He told me that I had a “reputation.” 3. Woke up in Mather with a junior international student. 4. I’m still hungover from freshman year Phling 5. Nobody remembers Phling.”
Senior C — “I remember walking into Peirce and immediately a girl threw up at my feet. I stepped past her and headed towards New Side and then it was the next morning and I was home.”
Senior D — “Glow sticks!”