Toasts: The rain and general ugly weather really put a damper on this weekend. Toasts to those who didn’t let the weather get them down.
Beta raged through the rain at Popped!, and we hear rocking out to “Pumped Up Kicks” left them without shirts — and without a way home. Bare backs are essentially the Beta uniform, but on Saturday Penn’s token bros were denied entrance to SEPTA because they weren’t properly clothed. Sorry, guys; no shirts, no shoes, no SEPTA.
At her fall smoker, a certain senior society president showed the taps how to make the most of an open bar. After blacking out hard, she delivered a glowing monologue about her undying love for the group. It seems like her drunken speech had its intended effect, as taps were clamoring for applications on the way out.
Roasts: Some people really don’t know when enough is enough. Boo at those of you who don’t know where to draw the line.
Highbrow hears a sophomore in OZ took things too far at the door to Smoke’s last Thursday. After his ID was deemed too fake for entrance, he punched the bouncer in the face. Wait, an OZ guy was acting like an entitled prick? Shocker.
Also at Smoke's this weekend, one bro–y senior had a bit too much to drink and made the wisest decision a drunk person can make: dancing on elevated surfaces. Not surprisingly, he ended up faceplanting on the neighboring table. We can only hope it knocked some sense into him.
Castle’s graffiti party this week was a sweaty freshman mess. NSO is over, okay? Go back to Hill. If all else fails, we hear Commons has a sick Late Night…
