In case you missed this (And I did — found the link via
Curbed first),
Jill has a post on NYU's Delta Phi House opening up shop at 531 E. 12th St. between Avenue A and Avenue B.
Here's the description via
Facebook:
531 East 12th Party Crew (Apt 1E)
Category:
Entertainment & Arts - Nightlife
Description:
There are lots of places to party in New York, but few can match the insanity of 531 East 12th Street. If you are tired of going out to bars, come to an apartment with a massive common room filled with multiple pong and flip cup tables.
Here is an article by the
New York Observer written about the parties we throw:
You belong in this group if any of the following apply:
1) Came to NYU and within 2 days, missed having house parties.
2)
Think beer pong should be in the 2012 Olympics3) Forgot your keys, wallet, and name at one of our parties.
4) Hooked up on one of the couches in the common room in the dark, thinking that nobody could see you.
5) Bought St. Ides malt liquor from the deli below our old apt (40 Avenue C).
6) Couldn't find your way back to Weinstein, Hayden, or even the front door after partying.
7) Gone to the website and seen a picture of yourself, trashed, on the front page.
8) You fell down the two flights of stairs walking home from our old house (40 Avenue C).
9) You have taken a picture next to our suit of armor in the common room.
10)
You and your friends want to come to some of the sickest parties in New York.
Don't miss our welcome week blowouts...there's a reason why the NY Observer called them "legendary".
THE ONLY REAL FRAT HOUSE AT NYU!
Jill writes:
On Saturday night it was reported that hundreds of people were streaming in and out of that building and the police came by at least 5 times, to no avail. At around 3am one resident heard something outside her ground floor window and opened it to find a young man pissing in her flowers. She yelled at him and he ran down the street with his dick hanging out.
Now I am officially freaking out. Frat bars are one thing, an actual frat house is beyond anything I can put into words. Let the phone calls of protest begin.
Here's a piece Curbed had on the new building back in March 2007.
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