So, like, this weekend, I violated a cardinal rule in fratology: I WENT to a CLUB. Needless to say, it was an unpleasant experience for this fraternity veteran. Highlights of the night included 14 dollar jack and cokes instead of $.50 PBR’s, foreign “models,” and Euro dudes in Ed Hardy dancing to techno music by themselves.

Just when I thought I would have to retire my letters out of shame, I saw something out of the corner of my eye: a bunch of dudes in blowouts fist-pumping with their shirts completely unbuttoned. “Had Los Angeles really deteriorated into Long Island?” I thought as I watched a dozen lemon drop shots being consumed by said individuals. Upon further inspection, the bare-shirted clowns proved to be none other than Paully D, Mike “The Situation” and some tagalongs of MTV’s flagship show, The Jersey Shore. Not to be outdone, 4′9 Snookers and J Woww in close by tow. The scene outside Mi6 courtesy of TMZ (Best line “Snookie is a real person, dude!”):


