The Round Up: 2.12.09

It’s the middle of February, which means drunken seniors and drunker freshmen. Feb Club and pledging came out in full force this week. On the pledging front, the ladies have to give it to the guys dressed as parrots by the Button. Because for the first time in any woman’s life, a man is actually repeating everything they say. This went a bit awry when a group of schoolchildren walked by as a feathered pledge repeated, "I have a small penis!" They were joined later in the week by Waldo. Last weekend on Spruce, firetrucks got all sorts of confused causing a bit of a ruckus in the wee hours of the morning. Meanwhile, on Beige Block: warm weather causes a Sunday afternoon outdoor party; people trying to study complain of excess blasting of classic rock. Also on Beige: senior hipster crowd flocks to apartment on 41st for last hurrah graffiti party on Saturday. We wonder what Campus Apartments will have to say.

34th Street is an independent, student-run arts & culture magazine. Please consider making a donation to support the coverage that shapes the University. Your generosity ensures a future of strong journalism at Penn.

Donate

The Gutter: 12.02.2010

Das Guttah is back from a brief hiatus with the biggest news of the semester — hell, the year: as a sighting in front of Tap House a fortnight ago confirmed, the infamous Coke Twins are back. Apparently, they’ve shacked up with their parents in the Philly area and plan on stopping by campus between shenanigans.

The Gutter: 11.11.09

Us pesky Penn kids just can’t seem to stay out of trouble! When gaggles of excited greeks were carted off (like the cattle they are?) on buses to the land of Vineyard Vines and lawn parties, it was almost inevitable that shenanigans would ensue.

The Gutter: 11.04.10

Still reeling from [insert egregious Halloween–homecoming contraction here]? With the 2010ers back to relive the glory days — too soon, we think — trying to reclaim their thrones and pushing our beloved Smoke’s to full capacity, boy was last weekend hard. It seemed the boys of Phi Delt had a similar encounter with harsh hands, though an OFSA–sized slap on the wrist hardly seems comparable to dropping the soap these days.