Oh, how you never fail me, Paint Your Date. The build up of our Fall Grub (Girls Round Up Boys) is like no other event we have. We go into it with the highest of standards only to have our expectations exceeded by far.
It’s quite simple: everyone wears all white, makeup is not required and by the time the party is over, you’re dripping with paint. Something about being painted makes everyone go nuts.
With every Grub comes party cups. Party cups are a blessing but also a curse. We act as if we’re 250-pound men and go through them like water. If you couldn’t guess what the outcome is, well the next morning is less than easy.
Hopefully you were coherent enough to take a shower when you got home. If not, hopefully your sheets (and body) will forgive you and the paint will come out.
Your hair may not take all of this lightly so you might look like a rebellious college student with a pink ponytail. Just rock it and hope that your mom doesn’t kill you.
At around 12 pm the next day you struggle to open your eyes crusted from the paint and cringe at the thought of facing the day. If you do have enough energy to make it out to the tailgate, instead of heading to the tent with Jungle Juice, grabbing that lone water on the ground might be your best option. Sunglasses are a necessity because under those shades are dark circles under your sad attempt at eye makeup. (This is also a good way to take an unnoticeable catnap.)
And if you’re one of the very few to actually make it to the game, bless your soul. I admire your determination and school pride. You didn’t let PYD win, and we need more people like you.
No matter how you feel the next morning you know you had the best night ever and no hangover can take that away.
R.I.P PYD, we will see you next year.
