So a friend recommended this new local spot to me, called “The Frat.”
She said it was different from most places you would find around Chapel Hill, but insisted that I’d have a good time. I had never heard of such a place before, and so this past weekend, I decided to give it a try.
As I walked down Medium Fraternity Court looking for this mystery dive, I began to hear Drake’s hit “Started From the Bottom,” and I knew that I had to be at the right place.
I strolled up to the front and was greeted by two gentleman, who asked, “Are you rushing?”
At first I was confused. I wasn’t planning to rush through my Saturday night, but then it hit me! These guys must really care about studying, so much so that they rush through their social time just to get back to the books. I eagerly said “yes” and walked through the front door.
I began to observe the scene and make notes. The place was massive and the floors needed a serious cleaning. The walls were decorated with framed photos and everyone seemed to be having fun.
I was most intrigued by the so-called regulars in attendance. The men were loud and clumsy with patchy facial hair — one in particular smelled like my grandmother’s basement.
They dressed alike, too, each wearing a similar ensemble including a pastel polo, backward cap, boat shoes and salmon colored shorts.
Never before in my life had I seen so much pale hairy man-thigh in one room. Who even likes pale hairy man-thigh?
