Any rational being will be quick to agree that a frat party has little to offer. Actually, those started in high school. The college parties are just another step on the road to self-actualization. Those chemical depressants inhibit your ability to say no to any offending party, which have sent many a diva home crying date rape, puking from overconsumption and with a nasty hangover in the morning. OR, if having done the deed and slept over, she must face the shame of looking for her purse amid half-empty cans of Miller at 10 a.m. before receiving the boot.
Real parties offer so much more.
Bottled beer, and, in most cases, a full bar. They want you to consent before taking your panties off and will dish for you, if you know what I mean. And as for the morning after, or a hangover, there simply is none, because you won't go to bed until later that evening, all depending on your constitution and previous experience with hard drugs. Now we're getting scared. And there's so much more.