The University of Delaware; land of the free, home of the dage (and the cops but that's another story). Here at UD, we cherish our Saturdays, counting down the days until another one is upon us, and the few weeks when we're blessed with two Saturdays, in the situation of a Friday or Monday off of school, we rejoice to the holy grail that is day drinking. Much like our fellow big schools who celebrate "game days" whatever the f*ck those are, we too get as rowdy as possible every Saturday without fail. However, we don't cheer on our football team for two reasons: 1) Nobody gives a single sh*t, and 2) We don't need a team to cheer for! We have so much to celebrate every single week just because ITS ALWAYS A GREAT DAY TO BE A BLUE HEN!!!
Daging by definition is better than nighting. While daging, you're out in the beautiful weather, getting your fair share of Vitamin D, and not trapped in a sweaty, hot, crowded bar slash frat basement. Its bright out and everyone can see your carefully planned out ensemble that you probably picked out over the summer just because you were so excited about debuting it. Unlike nighting, daging brings about a plethora of activities and has such potential for fun. For example, my near and dear friend slip n slide is often present at the dages I frequent. Some dages have bouncy houses, some have tire swings, and no matter what you can always find a rousing game of pong/flip cup/slap cup to take part in.
Another outstanding win daging takes in comparison to nighting is the endless opportunities available post-dage. This is when the magic ratchet happens and you wind up doing the weirdest sh*t with really random people. Myself and my legal friends can venture to the bars and rot there for the remainder of the evening, there are always endless post-games available, and most importantly there isn't the issue of certain restaurants not being open to satisfy your killer munchies. After nighting, you're basically forced into getting Jimmy Johns or Wings To Go, and truthfully they're both gross. After daging, everything is available and at your disposal! You can treat yourself to some NDB, Honey Grow, a nice sit-down dinner at Home Grown, maybe some El Diabs? The possibilities are literally endless and there's nothing more satisfying than stuffing your face after a long hard day of shotgunning.
Daging however does have a teeny set-back. This is what I like to call the "I came home and crashed and woke up at 1 o'clock in the morning and literally was in another dimension" escapade. When you take that post-dage nap that actually turns into a full nights sleep about seven hours too early you tend to wake up confused, thirsty, smelling like dirt, with a pounding headache and you're unaware of what year it is.
All in all, daging brings about smiles, great stories, questionable choices, and probably a killer insta that nighting just can't supply. Its a magical, unique adventure we're lucky enough to undergo from week to week. So to my dearest friend the dage, you rock - never change.
