And on NIGHT FIVE, David Rittenhouse created the Downtown.
REWIND: NIGHT FOUR
REWIND: NIGHT FOUR
+ THE FIJI DARTY
Our own Mike Lee on the decks, spinning an intoxicating tapestry of tropical house. A solid event to sit alongside an already accomplished darty weekend.
OVERHEARD: "Swamped like Shrek"
+ SIGEP X DECK HAUS
Deck Haus' inaugural party of the season lasted a brilliant 35 minutes, though freshmen at least got their first glimpse of Belvedere sparklers.
OVERHEARD: "How much for a shot of Bankers?"
TONIGHT'S PLAYLIST: OUT WITH A BANG.
444+222 | lil uzi vert
FUCK LOVE | xxxtenacion
BABYLON | ekali x denzel curry
MOLLY | lil pump
LIT | steve aoki
U-RITE | they x louis futon
B.I.A | troyboi
EMBRACE | nghtmre x carmada x xavier dunn
KNOW NO BETTER - BROHUG REMIX | major lazer
CHICKEN SOUP | skrillex x habstrakt
10:30 PM | 213 S 41st
11:00 PM | 4041 Walnut
11:59 PM | 3917 Delancey
THROWBACK STORY: DINNER GUESTS
"My roommate was on the track team and decided to get into the habit of running in the mornings - even during NSO. He'd recently been texting this girl who he'd met on his first run in Philly... I wasn't privy to many of the messages exchanged but it became clear that this girl was about 25 yet didn't particularly care that she was texting a college freshman. After a couple days he went on a date with her in a dog park and it all sounded pretty anything. It didn't really look like it was going anywhere so I forgot about it pretty quickly.
Fast forward to one of the final days of NSO. Everyone had gathered in yet another cramped double to pregame. We thought we were quite the veterans at this point; mere days after college debauchery had begun, we were already jaded with the quality of frat parties yet resigned to them as our destiny for the evening. Everything went down in a relatively vanilla fashion; tequila shots, a joint of this, a sip of that, a pull of Jungle Juice. Throughout, I've realised my roommate is glued to his phone, much more than normal. Taking me aside, he mentions that this girl has invited him to a party "just around the corner" and that he wanted me there for moral support. Of course, I couldn't jeopardise my fledgling relationship with a not-abject roommate, so I obliged.
There was a slight complication in the fact that everyone was getting pretty cosmic at this point; that is to say, no one was particularly aware of what was happening. Due to this as we left we managed to pick up 2 stragglers, one of whom simply got in the Uber and innocently asked "so where are we going guys?"; to be clear, I didn't know this person. My roommate plugs in the address as a car full of effective strangers sets off towards center city to a quaint studio apartment downtown. Ah.
We reached our destination to find that we had crashed the dying embers of a relatively sophisticated dinner party. There we were, almost outnumbering the original number of guests, crowding into a studio apartment full of 30-year-olds in formal wear. Two of our number were sporting pyjamas and baseball caps, clearly stoned out of our minds. I introduced myself to the same person three times, my roommate raided our unwilling host's fridge of cheese, and I'm pretty confident another one of us miscreants used up a decent amount of imported cologne in the bathroom.
I miraculously woke up the next morning in my own bed. I dragged a speckled gray sweater over even more dubiously gray jeans and shuffled to the nearest coffee shop - freshmen, this is a dance that will rear its ugly head many hundreds more times throughout your undergraduate career.
Yet while clutching my steaming red-eye coffee, I could not help but admire the gusto with which my friend had pulled off the ultimate power move: of inviting himself to a dinner party, bringing four fucked up college kids he did not know to a 30-year-old's apartment, insulting his name, and then successfully stealing his date."
TIP OF THE DAY:
Open your mind. Go "off-campus" - even if that means past Pine Street.
Penn isn't competitve, but course selection is.