Frat Parties : Favorite Moments

  • Simply getting past the bouncers (easy for me, since I party in groups of girls) gives a small thrill, a sense of accomplishment.  Then you walk through the door and the cool evening air is suddenly multicolored, steamy, and music-throbbed.  This promise of a fun night is the best welcome.
  • Whenever “Mr. Brightside” comes on.
  • If there’s a tasty drink, you request it and enjoy how it warms your belly.
  • Whenever “Stacy’s Mom” comes on.
  • You’re having a GNO, and your girlfriend is hitting a note/striking a pose particularly well.  You ayyyyy in her direction and cheer each other on.  (You also strategically block any creepy guys trying to break into your tight circle — and gossip and laugh about it afterwards).
  • Whenever anything by Ke$ha or Fifth Harmony comes on.
  • You’re looking around, surveying the possibilities.  You’re not repulsed by the guys, but no one strikes you either.  Then there’s that wonderful moment when you randomly meet eyes with a boy, and you know.
  • Perks of loud parties :  A guy tries to talk to you and you’re like, “What?”  Then he repeats, leaning his face really close to your face — you’re both tipsy and sweaty and happy…
  • There’s that cusp between flirty friendliness and physical connection that is sacred, holy.  It’s often a wordless moment, yet much is unsaid and understood; solemnly, you abandon the empty small talk and gravitate toward each other.  Hips align and lips meet.
  • French kissing and lip biting.  Oh my goodness.
  • Whenever any beloved song comes on :  people scream within the first few notes and start jumping up and down excitedly.  Soon you’re all belting every word and singing as one entity.  It’s off-key, primal, basic — it’s beautiful.

-M.L.

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