Sorry 'Bout It Snow Storm!

This weekend was an interesting one. Instead of just heeding Mother Nature’s warning and accepting defeat, we decided to try and extend the magic of Halloween an additional week with a good, old-fashioned Hobart Halloween (Part II) Party. Now, for those of you who don’t know what Hobart is, Hobart is a magical place nestled tightly between Southern Connecticut State University and the University of New Haven, just off Whalley Avenue. It’s an old and cold three-story manor, filled with dust and asbestos and all things college. It also happens to be home to some of the most interesting and entertaining people you will ever meet in your life. In true Halloween fashion, these brilliant, lovely young men and women were on full display Saturday night.

Walking into the dimly lit basement, the first thing you would’ve noticed beyond atmosphere of glowing lights and bumping music was the sheer range of costumes that came out for the night. Some elected to be champions of humor (Steve Irwin comes to mind…RIP), while other chose to appeal to the opposite gender (I’m gonna go with the Captain Underpants twins…no one tell them I just admitted that please…) Others still chose to do both (Hellooo Cherub Nizzzzz) or even neither (various athletes and other fantastical characters). The one true constant was that everyone had a choice. For one night, you could be whoever you wanted to be, live any life you wanted to live. If you wanted to be a chubby, hairy baby angel, you could do it. If you wanted to come as Dr. Feltersnatch, the more power to you. There was no judgment, simply good times. Such is the magic of Hobart. 

Seduction...by Calvin Klein

Moving past the initial first glance and the multitude of costumes, you'd have a chance to meet the people themselves. I’d never admit this to any of them (and since most won't read this I think I’ll be okay, haha) but I couldn’t ask for a better group of people to spend a night with. They’re funny, they’re (for the most part) thick-skinned, they know how to enjoy themselves, and yet they aren’t without care for one another. Someone gets hurt or sick, and everyone pays attention. Someone tries to start trouble with someone else, and a swarm of onlookers squashes the tension before it can become anything more. This is the thing for me that separates Hobart from the countless house parties I attended in college. There’s no drunken girl left passed out in the bathroom all alone. There’re no backyard brawls or childish pissing contests between friends. For the most parts, there’s no real animosity between anyone at all. It’s just a group of friends having a good time while we pretend that the other, less attractive parts of our lives (school/work) don’t exist. I for one wouldn’t trade that for anything.

So kudos guys and girls, another weekend well done! I apologize to those I may have offended, both with my unyielding ridicule and relentless dancing, as well as my pasty white angel thighs. I hope you all still managed to have as fun a time as I did!

Until next year!

-Nate