11 a.m. The doors open. To the untrained eye, it’s simply a pizza place. Serving the finest Italian eats, pasta and sandwiches, and the occasional gyro. It’s mildly overpriced but when you can’t stand another dining hall concoction, it’s totally worth it.
12 p.m. to 8 p.m. As aforementioned, still just normal establishment that thrives on the sale of pizza.
10 p.m. Lambros and Kathy are preparing for the night. Tables and chairs are being stacked and moved somewhere that won’t interrupt the incessant number of drunken college kids that are about to invade.
12:15 a.m. The house party you’ve been invited to (or strolled into somewhat uninvited…whatever) is either hitting it’s peak or starting to wind down with people trickling out. You’ve danced, you’ve drank, you’ve been merry. Before the thought even finishes crossing your mind, you signal to your friends and you both hear through the grapevine that Campus is totally happening and actually kind of fun tonight. So you decide to make your way to March Street.
12:45 a.m. Somehow, getting to Campus took longer than expected. Whether you stopped at Wawa first or saw everyone in your physics class on the way there, you’ve finally arrived.
12:50 a.m. If you’re a freshman, you may still struggle to convince the bouncer to let you in. And of course, it’s much easier for girls than guys to get in. And if you play football? Regardless of age, you’re nearly a shoo-in. As for everyone else, you give a quick wave to the bouncer and/or Kathy, maybe flash your ID if they’re feeling strict that night, and enter the promise land.
1:00 a.m. Completely disregarding that you’ve eaten in this place before, you begin to bounce around, dance on tables, and slip behind the counter to request a song being played by the “DJ,” aka someone who volunteered to hook up their laptop for free beer. There’s an hour left of dance time and it’s clear who’s beginning to couple up and who’s way to drunk to even realize the time.
1:30 a.m. By this point, nearly everyone has made it to Campus. Milo’s Place and College Hill Tavern have calmed and everyone begins to realize that they have what it takes to kill it on the dance floor.
1:45 a.m. Campus is getting a little sketchy at this point. Some girl is crying in the bathroom, the tap is running dry, and everyone else is making out with someone I’m sure they don't know. You’re aware that it’s close to closing time, but you’re still boppin’ around without a care in the world.
2 a.m. Kathy flickers the lights on and off and there’s a 98 percent chance either “Closing Time” or “American Pie” is blasting through the speakers. Clearly, it’s time to leave, but out of principle, you just won’t do it. And certainly at this point, your shoes are covered in dirt/beer/unknown substances that will never come off.
At this point, you’ve been politely told it’s time to leave by Kathy or Lambros, and you know well that you really shouldn’t have spent that much time dancing in pizza place nor should you have bought those two pitchers of beer, but you did it anyway. If you go to Lafayette, you learn to love Campus Pizza for all it is. It’s got all a college kid ever needs: pizza, beer, music, and one sketchy disco ball. You look at the pictures from Campus the next day and question every decision you’ve made and who you danced with the night before. But oh well, it’s college, and you somehow had the time of your life.
