So the time had come again at Syracuse for Alcohol Awareness Week. Basically this is a week where students, okay mainly Greeks, are supposed to be more “aware” of alcohol. This “awareness” is culminated in an event called “mocktails” on Friday night. Each sorority is paired up with a frat and then they have a sober party. Not like “let’s just take a little shot beforehand” kind of sober, not “just one joint” kind of sober, not “a bottle of wine with dinner” kind of sober, but actually sober (yeah, the frats were confused about it too and asked if the mocktail money could possibly go towards the purchase of a keg).

While I’m usually the first to hop on (and steer!) the Friday night drinking train, I coudn’t help but be a wee bit reluctant to get my ticket for the Friday night sober train. I mean, really, what could that possibly be like? Unfortunately (or fortunately if you like to look at your mocktail glass as being half full) the thing about the Friday night sober train was that it was mandatory and my ticket had been purchased for me.

So, you ask, what goes on at a completely sober party? And how do people party withut the aid of mind numbing alcohol? Below is a pro/con list of my sober Friday night experience. And let me tell you; getting ready for the party without playing 3 games of Kings was a very strange feeling… Read More »

Look through my phonebook. The list is never-ending. Dan. Paul. Rick. Mike. Javier. Alex. Nicolas. Nicolas #2. Cedric. Brandon. And so on. Not to brag, but I’m something of a certified P-I-M-P. Poppin’ the collar all over the place. And brushing my shoulders off.

I wouldn’t put myself on player status, because that’s not what it’s about. No one actually gets ahead by playing games. Games are childish. People do actually get ahead by meeting new people, and being able to go for what they want.

Like that guy. The incredibly sexy one across the room. Dark hair falling in his very green eyes. And a crowd around him that’s ten chicks deep.

The Strategy? Don’t pay him too much attention.

It works every time; if he really is that hot, he knows it. And if he didn’t know it, the girls throwing themselves at him will have been a good wakeup call. So why not switch The Game up on him? You’re cute. You’re fun. And you are the one chick he can’t just wrap around his finger. Or at least you’re pretending like you are.

I’m not talking about your middle school cold-shoulder tactics. The point is simply not to let this guy know that inside you’re going googly-eyed. Usually, one firm, flirty look is all you need. Then continue with your evening. Laugh with your girlfriends. Look stupid on the dance floor. Do whatever it is that you would normally do if dreamboat weren’t standing over there in the corner.

About halfway through the night, you might want to give dreamboat a reminder that you’re still there and pointedly walk past him, and then maybe go order a drink by yourself, so that he doesn’t have to awkwardly say something to you in front of all your drooling girlfriends. Read More »

I really like watching people dance. I think maybe I could even say that I love watching people dance. This probably stems from my complete inability to dance (with the excepting of the convulsing I’ll do at concerts). Baby wants what he cannot have, I guess.

Anyway, I am particularly impressed/enamored with ‘dance crews.’  Watching people break dancing, pop-locking, and doing all kinds of sweet athletic sh*t in unison makes me wanna buy a full length mirror. I can’t help it.

Now, my personal ban on reality television has kept me from actually watching stuff like “So You Think You Can Humiliate Yourself and That Means You Might Get an Agent,” and “World’s Best Dance Crew”, so my fix comes mostly from YouTube and other sources. I’m not going to outright admit that I’ve watched Step It Up, and Step It Up 2: The Streets, but if I had, I’d probably think those movies had a lot of sweet-ass dance moves in them, even if the plot was nothing more then ‘approaching dance competition threatens to ruin teens lives, forever.”

Recently, a friend of mine who has also been known to love The Jabbawockees and other groups, linked me to a pretty amazing set of YouTube videos. Apparently, a dance-off over YouTube had been occurring right under my nose, featuring some of the world’s greatest breakers. (videos after the jump) Read More »

Season 7 of Dancing with the Stars is underway with a plethora of “stars” whose dancing abilities are, well, not that hot. Granted, that is part of its entertainment factor, but I must say I was absolutely shocked at how un-sexy Kim Kardashian is — at least when she’s dancing.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Kimmy K, she’s like #1 on my girl crush list, but during her mambo routine last week with partner, Mark Ballas, Kimmy showed that even though baby’s got back, baby can’t shake it. For being the sex symbol she is, I’m surprised she can’t shake the ass that made her so famous.

I mean, when 62-year-old Susan Lucci generates more sex appeal in a dance than Kim Kardashian, something’s just not right. Personally, I’m pumped to see what happens on tonight’s episode. I hope Kim can redeem herself.