With temperatures far from spring-like forecasted for the weekend, it can be hard to rally enthusiasm for this favorite Penn tradition. No fear! Ego is here to boost your spirit (and BAC) with memories of Flings past. So, wear a jacket and listen to the a capella - don't you want something to reminisce about next year?
There are really only two things I remember about Fling 2006. 1) At about 2 p.m. in the Quad, I ran into a kid from my film/video class. He was sporting a Royal Tenenbaum's track suit (which I later learned he busts out every year on Fling for no apparent reason). We were mostly stoag pals during class breaks, but thanks to Fling friendliness, we became insta-buddies. And by that I mean we went to my room, took several shots of vodka, chased them with warm OJ, and rambled drunkenly for an hour about the future of cinema. 2) After the Quad closed down in the late afternoon I went to Strikes with a friend and her boyfriend at the time ... where I proceeded to order a series of plates of fries ("extra-salty") and bowled grandma-style until I dropped the ball (literally), crashed down ass to the floor, and simultaneously began shouting the refrain of DL4's classic jam, "Laffy Taffy."
- Liz Holm
Last year's downpour resulted in the best three hours of my Fling career. I arrived at the Quad at 10:30 a.m. to help with a philanthropy pie-throwing booth. We were ready to start at 11 a.m. except for one problem - due to the weather, there were literally 30 people in Upper Quad, 25 of whom belonged to the two Greek organizations sponsoring the event. We had whipped cream fit for a thousand, so the only choice we had was to start throwing pies at each other. An hour later, covered in hardened dairy products, we proceeded to engage in a marathon "table-topping" session. It was a 10-man, no-holds-barred event which added mud and water to the whipped cream already covering us. The next logical step was to dance aggressively to "My Humps." I was pretty gross from the pie throwing, table-topping, Slip 'n' Sliding and dancing, so the only thing I could do was then walk six blocks to the sauna and showers in Hutch to clean up. I'm going to miss this place.
- Zach Coopersmith
