Fling Fling Fling, yada yada yada. It came, we got drunk, some of the cool kids snorted coke, and that was that. Sounds like a pretty normal weekend to me ... I won't bore you with all the craaaazzy stories about FlingSafe busts and that wild Third Eye Blind concert, or who got really drunk and had sex with who (okay, a little bit of that). Still, a couple gems surfaced this weekend, and it'd simply be wrong (morally) for me not to clue us all in.
It appears the old regime is officially on its last legs. At least that's what it seemed like when one homeless senior was spotted on Friday outside WaWa saying, in rough approximation, "I'm getting old son, son no really son, I'm getting old, I can feel my bones decaying." The elder statesman was later spotted in the Baby Quad, and the next day at a house party on Pine, in continuous monologue, asking strangers to "look at this gray hair, son, I got gray hairs!" Still, it can't be all bad, as at that same house party, the old man was found laughing uncontrollably off an undisclosed substance and boasting he was a "kung pow motherfucker." Ah, class of '07, we are going to miss you. Don't worry: the descent is slow and gradual.
Meanwhile, a return to the hook-up circuit had plenty of drunk frat boys popping game with alarming success, but it was a female take-down that made this column's Hook-Up of the Week. The culprit, one well-known, orange Tri-Delt junior, was spotted dragging the reigning BMOC home by hand for what looked to be a mid-afternoon delight. Even more impressive was the timing of the seduction, which came not after the stupor of the weekend, but directly at its outset. The two were seen on Sansom, apparently trying to take the back roads, but alas, the Sweeper is always watching. I just hope they were on their way back from happy hour - for his sake.
Meanwhile, one Theos got so hopped up this weekend that he began admitting to a tryst with an employee from Club Wizzards. After signing her into the Quad and playing video games for three hours, he was finally able to seal the deal and get his money's worth on the two-dollar cover. Over-under on STDs is open now at three. Still, not quite so embarrassing as one Mask and Wig senior, who didn't seduce any strippers, but did manage to lose his virginity.
Yet for all that jazz, Fling wasn't even the biggest news of the week. That was reserved for Pod, where the King himself, Lebron James, was spotted dining with a lady friend and his manager on Monday night. The star refused a pod, opting instead to eat among the commoners, wearing a green, flat-brimmed hat and, well, eating. As news of the monumental event spread, gawking socialites from Theta and ZBT swarmed the restaurant, fighting to sit near Lebron, yet not actually speaking to him. Lebron, for his part, seemed to enjoy his meal.
