Every college has their reasons to brag. Big Ten schools have "Football Saturdays." Southern schools, undeniably, have the sickest Greek life. City schools have the greatest underage bars to date. But, one thing all of these schools do not have, is what kids here at Delaware covet the most -- Dages. No other school in America wakes up at 10 a.m. for the sole purpose of going to their favorite frat house, eating fresh bagels, and downing bottles of Andre like it is nobody's business just because it's a Saturday morning.
So, here is the step-by-step process of what it means to be part of the catchphrase, "Delaware: Land of the Free, Home of the DAGE!"
1. 10:30 a.m. wake up call.
I don't care if you didn't go to bed until 4 a.m. last night, you better get your butt up by 10:30 if you want to actually look presentable for the day. Fratstars are the exception to this rule. They simple wake up whenever people start flooding their houses ready to party.
2. Mimosas.
Unless you're a freshman who has not learned the art of daging yet, you should have $6 bottles of champagne and orange juice ready in the fridge. What better way to cure your hangover from last night than by downing a mimosa with your roommates while playing country music and trying to make yourself look like you did not get two hours of sleep? As Blair Waldorf once famously said, "Have a little faith, but if that doesn't work, have a lot of mimosas."
3. The 11:45 a.m. pre-game.
Yeah, that's right, you're pregaming before your mother has even had a chance to call you to ask what you are having for lunch today. If you do it right, the sun might be shining, but you and your friends are kicking back shots like it is midnight at Marquee NYC. During Homecoming and Greek Week, the pre-game can be replaced by the highly cherished "Bagels and Andre" when boys buy the girls hundreds of plain bagels and enough Andre to get a small village drunk. What a way to start your Saturday, am I right?
4. The dage.
What we've all been waiting for. The girls are in their sundresses or jeans and combat boots, and the guys are in Hawaiian shirts or vintage basketball jerseys. "Chicken Fried" is blaring through the speakers while we are all shotgunning Natty Ices in muddy backyards. Some might just call it a party, but I look at daging as the greatest right students can exercise since the damn first amendment.
5. Post-dage Chipotle.
Main Street is crawling with drunk kids and sober adults openly judging the chaos that has begun. The only thing that is on our mind is a burrito so the line is usually out the door.
Pro tip: download the Chipotle app, make your order 25 minutes before you leave the Dage, and cut the whole line like the bad@$$ you know you are.
6. Nap time.
It is around 5:30 p.m. and we are all beer comatose or Chipotle-food-baby-comatose. Quite frankly, who cares which one, because I know the only thing I care about is hitting the bed hard until it's 9 p.m. After this my roommates are screaming at me to wake up and get ready for the night out.
