NIGHT SIX

And on NIGHT SIX, Ronald Perelman created the Brunch.

REWIND: NIGHT FIVE

+ THE BACKLOT DARTY

It's not a party unless High School Musical was bumped. That theory became law as soon as the DJ mixed up a hot "Breaking Free" by Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron. There's nothing else you need to know about this darty except that if you weren't there, you missed something iconic.

OVERHEARD: "My dad owns Wall Street"

+ THE MASK & WIG DARTY

Nothing more Wig than making fun of Bamboo Bar with a blow up kiddie pool and someone vaping in a shark costume.

OVERHEARD: "Oh is this the pool party everyone was talking about?"

+ FIJI X DECK HAUS

In an affair that outlived the previous night's debut by 200%, Mike Lee ripped through hot dance music two floors above an Jungle Juice-infused audience. An elevated experience, one could say.

OVERHEARD: "Can you tell the cops to hop off my deck?"

+ THE APES LATE NIGHT

It was absolutely INSANE! For like... ten minutes. Thanks, Penn Police.

OVERHEARD: "Oh yeah, APES, yeah Alpha Phi Epsilon Sigma"

TONIGHT'S PLAYLIST: RECOVERY.

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CHAMBER OF REFLECTION | mac demarco

CRAZY DREAM | tom misch

PROVIDER | frank ocean

MAKE YOU FEEL | alina baraz

CHINESE NEW YEAR | sales

UNSTOPPBALE | lianne la havas

DO YOU GO UP | khai

AWAKE | tycho

WILDFIRE | sbtrkt x little dragon

SLEEP APNEA | beach fossils

HAPPENING:

4:00 PM | COLLEGE GREEN

THROWBACK STORY: 7-3-6-6

"'Twas the night before my first day of classes. I had my backpack all packed with my newest school supplies. I had my freshest first day outfit laid out on my couch. At 9pm, there was zero chance I was going out. At 10pm, I was considering going out, but only for 30 minutes. And by 11pm, I was near blackout, drenched in chocolate sauce, in my first day outfit.

I was dancing like I've been doing this shit for years. Yet in retrospect, I was likely less graceful than originally thought. Nonetheless, I was having an absolute night.

By 2:30am, I was being carried by one of my NSO mates and this random kid named Jeff. A Jeff, I have still yet to see again to this very day. Nonetheless, Jeff is a legend. Upon passing Beijing Restaurant, I proceeded to vomit everywhere. I'm sorry Beijing. And I am also deeply sorry that you're overpriced as fuck.

Anyways, at the upper quad gate, my NSO homie pulled my wallet out of the depths of my pocket, and searched anxiously for my penncard. It was fucking missing, which makes total sense honestly the way this story is going.

So... here is where Jeff went from Plain Jeff to Jeff the Legend. Here is where Jeff separated himself from the rest of the average Jeffs of this world. Jeff the Legend proceeded to sprint back to the last frat house we were at. The Legend was wicked fast, like Usain Bolt fast. Like a cheetah with a rocket attached to his back fast. Jeff the Legend was back in the blink of an eye, with my penncard. Jeff the Legend was a hero.

There remained one obstacle left. I was this close to hitting the buzzer at the top of the American Ninja Warrior course. I just needed to remember my code for the front gate. I turned to my two guides. My NSO pal face seemed as if he had no faith that I would enter the code right, which is fair since I was pretty much blackout. However, then I looked at Jeff the Legend, and the Legend gave me the nod to proceed.

And in what can only be described as the closest parallel to Babe Ruth's incredible finger-pointing home run, I stepped to the plate, looked deep into the depths of my soul, and slowly, painfully, digit-by-digit plugged in my Penn code.

And the doors opened as if the security guard was a guardian angel and the security doors were the gates of Narnia.

And all was good in my blackout world."

TIP OF THE DAY:

If you black out, look for a man named Jeff. He will be your savior.

SOMETHING DOPE:

Insane.