Now that we’ve had a few days to form a retrospect and reach a few conclusions, what exactly will be the legacy of this year’s Eclectic Sex Party?
With the exception of a few people who hit the sweet spot during their pregame and/or managed to have fun busting a move, the night was slightly below average by Wesleyan’s high standards.
Inside, adjectives used to describe the atmosphere would include, hot, sweaty, bright, fleshy, loud-in-a-bad-way, and decidedly unsexy.
Outside things were a little bit worse. The vast majority of partygoers were initially faced with a long, jumbled line, and an increasingly belligerent P-Safe and Middletown Police. The policy of the party security was highly reactionary, determined to be more prepared than last year for some sort of drunken, horny, teenage riot. When the security refused to open the doors to the party (and eventually shut it down), a drunken, horny, teenage riot was nearly what they got.
So what are going to become the lasting impressions of the night? Judging from the bitching on the ACB and other anecdotal evidence, neither the members of Eclectic, the security officers, nor the attendees will be remembered in a particularly positive light. Is this type of party really worth repeating next year? It is, unfortunately, more than likely that hordes of people, primarily underclassmen, will queue up again to get tickets and reconstruct their expectations. But precedent proves those expectations to be naive.
Throughout the whole night, the people I met who seemed to be enjoying themselves most were a group of seniors who hosted a more private affair, safe in the knowledge that this year’s Sex Party will be just like last year’s Sex Party, but a little bit worse.
PS. Those people who imbibed in excess made exceptionally pitiful attempts to reach the bathroom this weekend. On behalf of Wesleying, the maintenance staff, Michael S. Roth, and your fellow peers, please stumble another twenty feet.