Sigma Pi Brothel Party

So, picture this: I’m coming off an absolutely wild Cloonee set, riding that post-rave high, and somehow, I find myself at the doors of the one and only Sigma Pi. How would i get in i’m not on the list? Well, I just told the guys working the door that I was in TEP, and they practically saluted me, like I was royalty. Honestly, it felt like they had monkeys running the door, but hey, I’m in!

I walk in, expecting, you know, the typical frat vibe loud music, dancing, maybe some sorority girls. Wrong. It’s a total sausage fest in there. No SDT in sight. I’m scanning the room like, “Is this a Sigma Pi x TEP brothel party or did I just walk into an all-boys middle school dance?” I mean, the ratio was straight-up alarming.

But then, the real kicker hits: no alcohol left. Yeah, you heard that right. It’s not even halfway through the night and these guys are bone dry. At that point, I’m thinking this might be the saddest excuse for a brothel party ever. But wait, it gets better. The “King of the Brothel,” whoever that was, decides to pump fist on the DJ stand. Like, I’m watching this dude fight invisible demons while the DJ tries to keep the music going. Absolute ferd.

Honestly, the whole scene had me questioning life. AKL might’ve won the award for worst party of the night, but Sig Pi was giving them a solid run for their money. Sigma Pi on the up! Next up for #touse.

10/10 would sneak into again.