So the GDP is another age-old Ghetto tradition. It's held in the bottom two rooms of the Ghetto stairwell with a real DJ, lots of strobe lights, fog machines, and of course the gansta rap. It goes a little something like this:
Soon after this picture was taken, "Grinding" was changed to "Jesus."
Dan the Man (far right) confronting the Penguin Bros.
Probably my favorite part of the GDP. This is the Thug Jug, which was 50+ gallons of pure, unadulterated root beer! (The picture is crummy, but the Thug Jug was suspended off our front balcony with a hose coming out to fill up your Thug Mugs.)
Everyone jiving (The flash went off.... it was a lot darker and such in reality.)
Mike, another one of my roommates. (I know what you're thinking, and yes... that is a dude in a skirt in the background. Trust me, it was even more creepy in person...)
Some ganstas showing up to the par-tay.
People jiving in the strobe room.
These posters are handed down from Ghetto RA to Ghetto RA. (They're "rappers," which is apparently a brand of music....)
My RA Nick is the one in blue (Sadly, he cut his dreads a mere hour before this picture was taken....)
My direct roommate, Cameron.
One of the rooms beforehand....
Scott in his costume. He's pretty much super awesome. (Check out that beard!)
The room after - ready to jam!
The system (more speakers were places throughout the rooms)
This took us like half an hour...
1 comment:
The Shredhounds have agreed that women are required for a dance party. What you have thrown, however, is a great documentation of a phallus phest.
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