Day Friday, March 15th
House Leigh
Theme 2016, Leigh-n and Dab
It was Coachella. 2016. It was the vibe of the time. I arrived at around midnight, and groups of people sprawled across Leigh’s lawn. A very good sign for Bennington parties, if they’re smoking, they’re staying.
Deep into my transformation, puppy filter, flower crown and all, I heard the beats of someone’s techno-boy set. Leigh’s common room hid all its audience under a shroud of dark red lighting. This ambience, while aesthetic, was inconvenient when looking for your friends.
There was a rapid fire run-through of genres, and at some point, the glittery crowd began to mosh. In the middle of the crowded common room, a pit of partiers began slamming and slipping around, covered in sweat and sticky drinks. The chorus of Drake defenders outside demanding Hotline Bling garnered admiration. What’s more 2016 than Drake? Besides the lack of hits, Harambe, and other key players in the 2016 line up, Leigh managed to keep people coming back for more.
About an hour before its end, the party finally began its descent into 2016 classics. The echoes of Rihanna shook the dance floor, Kanye thinks he and Taylor might still have sex. A sigh of relief and a hit of a blue-raspberry-cotton candy vape, we were all back at the prime of life.
Day Saturday, March 16
House Kilpat
Theme St. Kilpatrick’s Day
The anticipation of this night filled the air in the early afternoon, while Kilpatians danced around on Commons Lawn. The music: jersey and house mixes. The Kilpat members: tossing around footballs. The energy: High.
Kilpat was buzzing with excitement and green-draped partiers. The heartbeat of the party seemed to surge rapidly then flatline at many points throughout the first half of the night. The Irish Jig was inevitable, accepted, and perhaps even applauded, but despite our high expectations for KP, early sets lacked cohesion. Later on, the music was consistently danceable, good. The crowd jumped and twisted and the ground shook with relief: the dancing part of the night had finally arrived. Screams of joy erupted when Sexyy Red made her appearance on the set. Even the infamous Bennington song made its way across the dancefloor. For a brief moment, in this common room, we were all the “girl from Bennington” that John Maus still loves.
Though campo eventually called the party quits, the rumbles of Kilpat continued on into the late night (or early morning, depending on your level of inebriation) and we all went to bed, covered in a layer of green and grime.
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