NIGHT TWO

And on NIGHT TWO, Jon M. Huntsman created the Late Night.

REWIND: NIGHT ONE

+ THE BACKLOT

Questionable remix of "Every Time We Touch" and "Call Me Maybe". Redemption was attempted via dependable Despacito for a short two seconds.

OVERHEARD: "Someone call MERT!" "What's MERT?"

+ PHI

Phi's signature alternative-hip-hop-country, with a hit of P-R-O-M-I-S-C-U-O-U-S.

OVERHEARD: "Do the stairs count as an elevated surface"

+ THEOS LATE NIGHT

Bass-heavy music as usual. Always great to dance to, nothing particularly notable but no disappointments either.

OVERHEARD: "Let me in, my dad was in your founding class"

+ OZ

Given a solid fifteen minutes of no music, the crowd was surprisingly appeased with unknown electronic music mixed with solid throwbacks.

OVERHEARD: "Dude you got big this summer" "Thanks. Bank of America just got a brand new gym"

TONIGHT'S PLAYLIST: MUSIC WITH WORDS.

LISTEN ON SPOTIFY

FREE LUNCH | isaiah rashad

GOLD | brockhampton

LOVE$ICK | mura masa x a$ap rocky

BEEF | playboi carti

CREW | goldlink

IT'S A VIBE | 2chainz

DIGITS | young thug

I AIN'T GOT TIME! | tyler, the creator

GLOWED UP | kaytranada x anderson .paak

SUEDE | nxworries

THROWBACK STORY: LOST AND FOUND

"It was night two. I headed back to the quad early around 11 that night because I wanted to call my mom on the west coast before it got too late. We talked for about an hour about the dog she'd gotten to fill the emotional void I'd left her with, and ended the phone call with a classic "I love you" and a sigh of relief that I wouldn't have to call her again for another week. The moment I hung up, my phone got hit with a flood of text messages. Things like:

"I'm so ducked up"

"come to the hawaiian vikings champagne party"

from my friend Abby. Needless to say Abby needed help. I'm from the suburbs of Sacramento, and don't know shit about the south of France, where my hallmate Jacques was from. What I did know was that Jacques was decked out in Gucci and looked ready to head out to 41st street in a hot sec. Naturally, I was bringing him with me. The two of us were Abby's search and rescue team for the night.

Twenty minutes later, and Abby was sending us rapid fire texts as we wandered up and down spruce, trying to figure out where we might find her. Things like:

"i'm at 4041 come now"

"dying help please"

"come to the white house"

"quidditch house is litttttt"

"where are you???"

"come to chouse"

Needless to say, we had enough trouble finding her. We wandered through more parties and themes than I'll ever remember to no avail. Just as we were going to give up and head to Allegro, my upperclassmen friend texted me about a "late night" that was happening on Pine Street. I didn't know what a late night was, but Jacques and I decided to find out.

We walk in, and we immediately spot Abby. She was impossible to miss: elevated 10 feet off the ground on the most elevated of surfaces. Abby was having a great time, and soon enough, so were we. An hour later we were smiling, laughing, and in the highest spirits we'd been all week.

Yes, Abby was lost, but it was clear to us that she didn't need to be found. We just needed to get lost with her."

TIP OF THE DAY:

Lose someone? Don't try to describe where you are, just drop a pin.

BONUS TIP:

Backpacks and lanyards - not the best look.