left brain: Not in Cambridge anymore...

Living in a city with more than 200 colleges in it allows for an abundance of exciting opportunities to party with college boys. However, once you start to figure out which colleges throw the hottest parties, you soon realize that even if there are great opportunities, none usually are that incredibly exciting. So then you could look around to parties being thrown in houses, all over the city by people who have graduated years ago, and do that whole circuit for awhile. I have been to a good share in my day but I have in the last year or so gotten over it, and them. You soon start seeing the same people at every different party and you really start having the same ridiculously "eye pulling" convo with the same old homo after another. Boredom sets in quick and doing shots of Jager now seems to be a little well.. teenager-ish. Then again, I have gotten over Boston too so maybe that says something itself. Anyways... Harvard and MIT are known to not have the hottest in human meat attending their school. It is just a simple fact. Brains not brawn, or something like that. Granted, I have come across some great people from both schools, and some true hotties but my enlarge ...well, you get the picture.

Last night, I met up with Matty and his boy and girl (they have a podcast and a blog, check them out) to trek over to Cambridge by walking across a bridge to get there (haha, my first time ever on this particular bridge) to check out this funky party being thrown at MIT that we knew pretty much nothing about. Other than it went from 8pm to 8am Friday and Saturday night, lol. Now everything I knew about MIT was from a handful of people I have met up until now and having gone to a handful of their parties, was never holy shit blown away. Though, one of them was my first ever "gay" party. It also was thought to be a serious place for seriously higher learning with tunnels underneath the ground that have secret scary doors that need finger print access and other Alias-like codes to enter. All of this is flashing through our minds as we turn the corner in the middle of their East Campus (East of MassAve) to find a line to get into this party, with a boy giving out armbands, seriously hard alterna-techno blasting, and bright bluish purple light reflecting off the crowd on the otherside of the bushes. Needless to say, I felt like I was in SanFran in like 99 about to enter a wild sexual rave in some random abandoned factory building. Little did I know that hours later I would recognize that this party was the closest thing I have come to that moment and one of the best things I have done in Boston in 2006.

So, yah, we get two armbands.. one lets us into the courtyard common area with the outdoor DJ and the other purple band gets us into the 7 floor housing complex which after noticing that the crowd is the most random I have ever seen anywhere is where we headed into. There was a guy dressed as Bach... seriously. There were also a bunch of people with a Nazi-esque brilliant red armband over their shirt with a bull on it. They turned out to be the people throwing the party as we later found out. Anyways, so we get inside and trek upstairs to the fourth floor and head into the packed room that was made up of inner rooms which seemed to be where the house drug dealer was. We chill, not with the serious drugs though we got nicely lit. , but with the random mix of people packing into the room that brought back flashbacks (like Vietnam) but of art school, which I went to for a year. The walls were totally decked out in drawings, graffitti, bills, lettering, art, god knows what really. The building was a seriously hardcore dorm, huge communal showers, huge communal dining rooms, etc etc. Later on in the night, when looking for something or another, we stumbled upon like 10 people eating pancakes and sausages in their dining room at like 2am! Some serious trippy trance was coming out of the "popular" room and as we chilled in the hall, smoking and drinking my cup of recently pumped shit cheap beer which turned out to be mostly foam, my entire college life in Boston flashed before my eyes, as it did for Matt I think as well, lol. So anyways, we hang out in the hall with people walking back and forth, chatting, groping, makingout, stumbling, throwing ashes into trash bins stuffed with paper and alcohol (this was when I began to wonder where I was, given that MIT is one of the smartest schools in this country). I thought, "Oh great, I can see us tomorrow on the news. 60 kids die at MIT last night when three dorm buildings burn down after what seems to be an accident of a girl ashing her joint into a trash can." So, yah, we hang out in the hall, listening to the trippy trance which is starting to get harder, before hanging out the window or piling onto the balconies watching the people dancing below us (second time I started to wonder where I was, given that I was in one of the hardest to get in schools in the country, they certainly knew that a balcony couldn't hold all of their weight. I am sure one of them was calculating the geo-physics of it.) So, we then get offered every drug (except for the scary drug ruining the gay scene thankfully) under the sun. E, G, acid, shrooms, coke, god knows what else, I stopped listening because my mouth was too busy trying to recover from its drop. I declined all (I was being a good boy) and proceeded to drink my foam. I then noticed that the crowd was getting hotter, and a lot more sexual (haha, people were groping knowing they had no place to hookup.. oh, the days.. haha). Some tattooed shaved headed boy, who was hot from far away, was crunkin for drugs but the popular room was emptying out (bad sign) and then the hoodie boy walked by with his raver parachute shorts propped over his ankle, and his OMG jock boy legs poking from under them. He was dreamy. I tried to get a photo, but failed miserably every time. He left the floor so we followed, lol.

We then went through every other floor trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, lol. It was SOOOOOOO RANDOM, yet absolutely fantastically hot. Nothing could have made the night anymore random than what it already was. Pumping kegs, walking through the communal showers to piss, wanting a fuckin martini with Grey Goose instead of the shit we were drinking, thinking about Carrie and Samantha when they attend the college party and she falls down the stairs, lol. It was super bisexual raunchy, dirty, trashy, fun, random. Everyone was having an amazing time, mainly because they were all on drugs, but it was fun to watch nonetheless. It was seriously like we entered a twilight zone at the door when we got our armbands, like it was laced with something that was soaking into our skin. People were beyond our imagination, or certainly beyond mine and well.. I am seriously fucked on that front, lol. Kids, one super cute boy, had hair that seriously was like he never cut it in like 5 years. It was wildly out of control, Mozart-like when he was a boy I guess, yet totally made to look hot, haha. Goth girls but hot ones, haha. SanFran-like ravers with candy necklaces, jock boys, pot heads, some by so stoned he could barely keep his eyes open as some other boy was trying to get in his pants, lol. The Aryan blond kids speaking some Eastern Euro language so harsh I nearly bent over. There was a really cute, blond, fuzzy yet model worthy faced jock who was wearing a tshirt that said "math jesus" haha... while we saw some other hysterical tshirts like a spiderman one, and well.. let's get nerdy with a Microsoft logo on the back.

And then we headed downstairs to the basement that was being set up for the LATE LATE dancing, haha. It was also a dark maze of could be naughtiness, lol, complete with rainbow flags, funky lighting, and a room for upclose encounters with strippers, lol. Yes, THIS IS AT MIT. Hard to believe, yes. I tried to document with my camera phone every so often but it just wasn't working out and I didn't want to make us seem even more like the post-college kids hanging out, lol. So at this point, the drug sober people (us) needed more alcohol so we trekked back to this boy's house to drink some and smoke some more which really isn't a story except for the fact that we took the SAFEride (a shuttle bus sponsored by MIT) to get there, lol. The ride was absolutely hysterical since the driver thought he was Mario Andretti about to lose, lol. I bounced all over the backseat as we got a tour of West Campus and the cute little Victorians of Cambridge, lol. Seriously. After chillin at the boys house though, I never made it back to the rocking afterhours which is when the serious dancing happened, supposedly.. My nearly 25 year old ass was tired. haha, and giddy.