One of the greatest Grinnell experiences ever was the impromptu dance party outside of my dorm. One spring Friday night, a few weeks before the end of semester, Honor G decided to play a concert on the roof of the south campus loggia. The loggias are roofed (and in the case of south campus, enclosed) walkways that connect the dorms. The roofs are accessed by climbing out of second story windows and have been popular party spots for years. Honor G is a student formed band that dabbles mainly in rap/electronic. Due to inclement weather, the concert was held inside the loggia with amps and speakers hanging from the windows of the first floor lounge of my dorm. Grinnell's progressive drug and alcohol policies allowed us to bring our refreshments of choice to the concert as well. The stage was set and Grinnell was ready.
Quite a crowd had gathered by about nine-thirty and it only continued to grow bigger. The occaisional cigarette was lit and several groups weaved through the crowd attempting to pass, only to fail and join the mass of people in the loggia. Eventually bodies started spilling outside though the doors and windows, and of course, it was still raining. In order to make the best of bad weather, we clambered atop the picnic tables and began dancing. By "we" I mean about twenty people. Even the most shy removed their shirts and joined the wet and wild insanity.
What could be better than a wild dance party fueled by dance techno punctuated by live performances? Mud wrestling. I'm not sure how it started, but two people threw down and got dirty. After they finished, another pair kept the action alive. After a bit, turns were ignored. Bodies and mud mixed together while bystanders continued to dance in the falling rain. At this point, the majority of concert-goers had had a decently mud splattered, whether by choice or not. Someone had the bright idea to use my dorm's showers for a quick rinse.
Not until the party wound down and the crowd dispersed did we truly see the disaster at hand. Every imaginable surface of my dorm was brown. Walls, floors, stairwells, bathrooms, and showers all wore their mud like a badge of honor, as if they themselves had been outside.
Our dorm picnic happened the next day. A nice 11:30 o'clock wake-up call followed by grilled burgers and hotdogs (there are several grills outside the dorms) helped everyone recover their senses and memories of the night before. As a dorm community, we decided to collectively participate in the cleaning process, and even roped in a few people from neighboring dorms who had attended.
It was as if Barney had appeared to a bunch of hung-over dance-crazed four year olds and had begun singing clean up, everybody, everywhere. Working together, we had the work done within two hours. An old saying at many colleges that truly applies to Grinnell goes: We work hard, We party hard. I love Grinnell.