[Let’s be real, in college, the pre-game is almost as important as the actual party. Besides a killer outfit, a case of booze & a few good pals, the most essential part of any pre-game party is the playlist. So, we made it easy for you: every Thursday here at CC we’ll be building you the ultimate pre-party playlist and bringing it to you through our favorite thing ever, MixWit. All you have to do is just click, play & enjoy. So hook up your laptop speakers, bust out your 40’s & get ready to pre-game harder than those other kids party.]
After looking at smokin’ hot pics of Faith Hill, I started to get a little nostalgic for middle school and her super-catchy hit, “This Kiss.” So, I decided to craft my first weekly pre-game playlist around my memories of songs that I used to LOVE in middle school. I’ve tried to include a little bit of everything – from the classics like *NSYNC and Hanson to lesser-known one-hit wonders like Samantha Mumba. It’s crazy the different meanings I get from some of these songs now. Seriously…”MMMBop” is some deep sh*t!
If you’re looking for a playlist to share with a mixed crowd, this might not be your best bet. But if you’re chillin’ with a group of girls & ready to travel back to the 90’s with all it’s boy bands, flare jeans and glitter eyeshadow (and after a few drinks, who isn’t?) - then enjoy!
Get the party started here.
[If you have suggestions for future playlist themes or have a track you really think should be included in a future installment, let us know in the comments!]




If my life was a movie, I’d look jaw-dropping-hot in a little black dress, and every college hook-up would involve a
Who I was in the third grade does not define who I am today, and who I slept with two weeks ago doesn’t either.
I think it’s the eyeliner. And the bandana. That tattooed biker androgyny with a catalogue of hair band ballads and liquid sex. Those not-too-tight but not-too-loose perfectly faded bootcut jeans and vintage t-shirts, the flowing hair oh, and that bandana. And the eyeliner. Definitely the eyeliner.
Very often Los Angeles ends up being this glamorized, tourist version of glitz that all gets summed up into: Hollywood Blvd,
Yoooo, I’ll tell you what I want what I really, really want … tickets to see the
“Victoria’s every move is documented by the paparazzi, but only our cameras have been allowed inside the world of what being Victoria Beckham is really like.”
Say I have bad taste in music; say I am so not a hipster. But I miss the good old days of cheesy, catchy, can’t get it out of your head, ‘