PUB NIGHT AT THE DSU—ARE WE IN COLLEGE NOW?

Kali Thurber, A&E Editor Remember when you first got out of high school and you couldn’t wait to be a real person instead of a stupid high-school kid? You bitched and moaned about the set divisions between the cliques at school—all the freaks hung out with the other freaks, the hippies with the other hippies, and the jocks with the other jocks. OK, it’s becoming embarrassingly apparent that I recently

watched Mean Girls (it’s the lowest kind of entertainment possible, but it’s

so'good in a dirty, guilty way that I revel in its shallow- ness).

Anyways, then you got to college with ambitious plans to expand your horizons and meet people outside of

your

closed little group, in which every- one is so similar they practically blend into one giant person. And what happened? You got to college and forgot all about making yourself a more well-rounded person. You were all like, “Yah, now there’s way more freaks/hippies/jocks (or whatever your pref- erence is) for me to hang out with.” I know this because I saw you all at Douglas College’s first pub night of the semester, and that’s what it made me realize. College is high school with beer made legal.

There were some good things about the night, though, despite the clear definitions between the groups and subgroups of stu- dents. For instance—teally cheap beer. This is actually a grey area on the scale of goodness,

however, because a few very bad things are inevitable when the beer is flowing at $2 a cup. One, I’m accustomed to spending at least $30 on booze on any given night out. It’s comfortable for me, and it makes me feel like something’s gone wrong along the way if I spend less. Maybe that’s my ridiculous love of spending (or alcoholism) talking, but it’s just the way it is. So when beers are $2 I feel some kind of sick obligation to continue the habit of the $30 (at minimum) night. You can do the math, but Tl just tell you that that is far ; too much booze to consume in an evening with people

Nelly’s line, “It’s gettin off all your clothes.” almost took off my sca

There were some go out on the smoking deq stood around in a circld ders shaking and thei good, old-fashioned ro¢ was actually not too ba someone had told me sing-a-long. I would ha

pee” patty wrong about such cheap drinks is that, by the a ee . end of the night, everyone’s shoes are covered tion of “Dirty Old To oe - in beer. I saw so many drinks spilled that I

stopped complaining about how I felt like I was five because the cups were plastic. Feeling like I was five was interesting, considering that every time I ventured neat the dance floor I was elbowed by someone who looked strikingly like a prostitute. Seriously, I thought everyone knew that fishnet stockings and stilettos can only mean one

ne|x t day at 8 am telling your English

instructor that you’ve had the flu for a week (of course, that’s a com- pletely hypothetical situation). And the

second — thing ; : eave: deat thing. That chick was putting the vibe out there,

if you know what I mean. But maybe she was just responding to the monoto- A}. OAS

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