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Found: a thoughtfully composed Nikolai shrine
In order to get you through the last few days before Fall Break, here’s our latest round of notes from the field; or, what you all were getting up to/complaining about/getting in trouble for this weekend. Read some quality drunk inspired tips and stories below, and be sure to tip your own Halloweekend happenings.
Student groups:
It’s rumored that a certain frat pledge class has as their task the caring of an ostrich egg. A tipster reported that they lost the egg somewhere around college walk. Apparently they’re all freaking out, and “it’s HILARIOUS.” Let this be a lesson to you, kids: always keep track of your eggs.
Your weekend bar update:
The Lion’s Head on Friday night was filled with typical grad students and creepy older dudes. A few souls were in costume, including one girl in full cupcake bra Katy Perry suit, who gave her boyfriend a lap dance.
A little further downtown witnessed a guy pissing in the phone booth in front of Cannons, with a couple making out in the booth adjacent. Losing faith in humanity: now.
Overheard on the 1020 line: “You know what I like about Passover?” BUT, lost and found on the 1020 floor: a dime bag of coke. Come on, guys.
Rumor has it that the Heights is hiring! Go learn the magic behind the frozen margaritas!
A would-be partygoer managed to get kicked out of Ding Dong Lounge the other night. It had something to do with a flaming napkin. He probably doesn’t want to go there anymore anyway.
Spotted in EC, 12:52 am
Dorm life:
Some “idiot”–or genius?–on the 18th floor of EC rented his suite out, the party got inundated with freshmen, people threw up everywhere and they shut it down. Strugglebus.
On the bright side of EC, aka the townhouses, a birthday party successfully raged. Ton of “randos as always.” Girls were dancing on the table. It was Gatsby themed and most people adhered to the theme, surprisingly. However there was no climactic car crash.
Apparently, it takes a whole Barnard suite to reenact all the phases of Miley Cyrus’s career. There was, unfortunately, no VMA Miley.
**~Off campus~**
A badass complaint: “This neighbourhood is so fucking safe. Even if you walk home on Manhattan Avenue at 1 am in the morning nobody will look twice at you. So few muggers out it’s crazy.” Cool story, bro.
Spotted ~3 am, Saturday night: men’s soccer returning to campus from Dartmouth, exhausted but victorious.
NYU students in Starbucks by Bobst talking to one of their friends slowly munching a sandwich: “That looks so processed. Disgusting.”
(…yes, that was the highlight of [this Bwogger’s] night. That, and the Portlandia [he’s] about to binge watch in bed.)
For those who stayed in:
A girl in 210 brought in a large, potted plant. It just chilled on the ground by her feet. No word on whether she brought it home.
Anonymous tip, 3:10 am, Sunday: “Tea party in Catalog Room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The sad flipside of field notes: “I was woken up at 11 pm the other night by loud scary movie soundtrack music coming from my lounge. A guy on my floor was throwing a party and said something along the lines of “Well we aren’t really going to stop,” and then gave me a pair of earplugs.”
Have an overheard:
“The guy, like, plugged his nostrils with toilet paper…that’s probably why they shut the party down early.”
Have a photo:
One tipster’s 2 am Morton Williams purchases. It’s like an anthropological study!
Late night glory
And finally, a Halloween poem for your pleasure, courtesy of the anonymous tip form, Sunday 2:59 am:
As I walk, I shiver
Wherefore is my costume of a nature
That at the cold I must quiver?
I’ll tell you why, for truly I know
It’s my chromosomes, two x’s
Lined up in a row.
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@Anonymous HBOBBBBBBBBB YISSS
@a biased observer As a close friend of Gatsby Hostess, I would like to say here that my personal opinion is that her reply is significantly more gracious than she needs to be. Gatsby Rando, it’s fine if you crash the party. Like you said, there were a lot of people invited. I personally invited random friends whom Gatsby Hostess hadn’t met because I knew she was a gracious host who wouldn’t mind new faces.
That being said, you are still crashing. If you had a bad time in any way, that’s on you. So stop complaining.
@honestly her reply sounded a bit sarcastic
@friend of Gatsby Hostess If you knew her, you’d know it wasn’t.
@A Gatsby Hostess Dear Gatsby Rando,
I’m so glad you could pop by the 21st Birthday Party this week. That night, feeling like the Queen of England was an understatement! As too your comment on the 600 guests invited, I’m sure you can understand that having spent 4 years here, having a few fine hostess, and one last college hurrah to celebrate, all friends would be invited. The birthday was splendid, thanks to the phenomenal friends who helped host, the wonderful friends that came and lastly the troopers that helped clean up! As you can imagine, all EC parties have their mishaps, this one’s probably started around the time the horsemen showed up! However, I do sincerely apologize if you, or anybody for that matter, felt unwelcome.
It was an absolutely splendid event, and indeed “the hostess had a good birthday.”
Thank you for your kind wishes,
Gatsby Hostess
@Anonymous old sport
@Gatsby Party Rando Girl, just saying, when you invite like 600 people to your party you have no damn expectation of invite-only attendees as they will bring friends. Also, happy birthday and everything, but literally ripping drinks out of people’s hands and shouting “Excuse me, I don’t know you”? At least you put in the excuse me I guess but, like, damn. Actually kind of glad I don’t know you if that’s how you treat people.
@noooo buttttt are you seriously angry that someone was upset with you for crashing her birthday party and stealing her drinks? i mean i know it’s college, but like, human decency and stuff
@Rando I “stole” a grand total of one cup of punch which I actually enjoyed in peace, but I take issue with your use of the term considering that it was about as open a bar as I’ve ever seen–again, when you invite 600 people you seem to be sending a pretty clear message that this is a come one come all situation. Unless you’re the Queen of England and actually have that many intimate acquaintances, simple rule of thumb: if you only want to be supplying close friends with alcohol, actually make that clear up front. If you have no intention of supporting a party of that size why bother presenting it as such–is it just to see how many people you can get to show up to celebrate your birthday? I dunno, but it’s cute that you bring up human decency in the context of my calling out a somewhat tactless host. No, it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened (and it wasn’t even directed at me), but it still rubbed me the wrong way that someone would be *so* obnoxious to guests. That’s all, but at the end of the day I hope the hostess had a good birthday.
@A Gatsby Hostess REPLY TRACK
Dear Gatsby Rando,
I’m so glad you could pop by the 21st Birthday Party this week. That night, feeling like the Queen of England was an understatement! As to your comment on the 600 guests invited, I’m sure you can understand that having spent 4 years here, having a few fine hostess, and one last college hurrah to celebrate, all friends would be invited. The birthday was splendid, thanks to the phenomenal friends who helped host, the wonderful friends that came and lastly the troopers that helped clean up! As you can imagine, all EC parties have their mishaps, this one’s probably started around the time the horsemen showed up! However, I do sincerely apologize if you, or anybody for that matter, felt unwelcome.
It was an absolutely splendid event, and indeed “the hostess had a good birthday.”
Thank you for your kind wishes,
Gatsby Hostess
(Please excuse the repeat of this comment below)
@Wasn't at the party Simple rule of thumb: invited is invited and not invited is not invited. It’s not rocket science. Regardless of how many other invitees there were, you weren’t one of them. Sorry, dude. She seems like a cool chick so I’m sure it hurts that you aren’t one of her 600 friends.
This girl paid good money for everything – yes, believe it or not, that “open bar”you felt so entitled to was actually funded by somebody out of their own pockets. It seems like you’re the one who thinks you’re the Queen of England and can just breeze into someone’s suite with zero regard for propriety and expect that they’ll just be so overwhelmingly honored by your presence that they will accommodate your every need. Actually, I’d still be pissed if the Queen of England did that.
Here’s a wild suggestion for you: get friends so you can get invited to parties of your VERY OWN and stop crashing other peoples’!
*cue Aladdin’s “A Whole New World” soundtrack*
@dat poem doe truth
-a warm girl