I remember one event from my dim college past: a “Back to The Womb” party held at the fraternity house next to my dorm. Arriving guests had to crawl through a long, pink tube (made from huge leftover air-handling tubing). You can imagine how much fun that was.
I wasn’t a frat boy. I was a so-called GDI” “Gosh Darn” [edited for terminology content] Independent. However, I was constantly getting an eye and ear full of amazing (and, yes, sometimes disgusting) goings on across the way.