I had absolutely no idea where we were, which frat house we were in, which street we were on, but last night was the best frat party experience to date. The free alcohol (aside from beer), aka the screwdriver that tasted like vodka spiked with orange juice must have been the drawing factor. Besides the DJ that can't multitask taking requests and pressing the button on his mac, the crowd was terrific. Mainly international students, it made me feel like being back at one of those basement parties in IH again.
I always wondered how frat parties were like. The types we see heaps of on trashy teenybopper movies of blonds, tits and jocks. The first two i went for were: in two words, scary shit. Totally swarmed by upperclassmen who i have never met before, everyone was drinking out of trashcans and getting a cheap shot at watered down beer. No one danced. There wasn't even music. Everyone kinda just bobbed around looking drunk and exclaiming " OH MY GOD!!! THAT'S TOTALLY AWESOME!" Twice two girls screamed and i thought someone got hit by a car. Turned out they were just excited.
So i left. Bitched on the phone. Thought, will i ever grow to appreciate true american greek life. Not that i have to. But i might as well experience it well I'm in the states.
And thus came this party, which i suspect was at an international frat house. And I'm ashame to admit it, but I bloody loved it.
Thus the three singaporeans, two moroccans, one american and one dutch partied the night away.
The photos will have to wait. I can't find my card.
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