Field Notes: Weekend of 10/24-10/27
Written by Bwog Staff
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.