Let's talk about irony. What kind of graffiti enthusiast would throw down at a monarchical Ivy League fraternity? Fortunately, the blacklights and balloons distracted from the questionable playlist ("Superstar," anyone?). One would guess that with obscenely fluorescent decorations, a burly bouncer, stocked bar and the frat's royal pedigree, it might function like, uh, a real club or something. As such, while it was a registered party at one of the most prestigious universities in the world, to many of its inebriated debutantes, it may as well have been Vegas. As is customary on occasions when there are only a few good places to get wasted, the line outside this "18 to vandalize, 21 to scandalize" blowout was ridiculous. Once attendees got in -- if they still cared about anything except getting another drink as fast as humanly possible and having their twelfth cigarette of the night - they might have considered finding some highlighters. because writing "me love cock" on a girl's arm while she dances to Rihanna is really cute when you're in college.

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