The majority of us feel college and beer go hand in hand. For students who choose not to imbibe — I'm told you exist — your position is a noble one. But much can be said for the benefits of a few spirits. It allows the drinker to contemplate life's simpler joys. Pizza comes to mind.

Since turning 21, the destination for most nights out is the bar, Caffrey's in particular. However this past weekend I found myself at a party where people were charged for cups, coats were thrown haphazardly in a pile, and a there was a perpetual line for the keg. Nostalgia washed over me. I vividly recalled my freshman and sophomore years of scouting out parties with friends.

A rather novice drinker in high school, college was my foray into a world of lowered inhibitions and hangovers. Milwaukee seemed like a fine city to kick off the lifelong partnership and I had it on good authority that Marquette was a school that liked to have a good time. That said, my expectations for the college social scene were high. This was until I discovered the reality of a college party.

Often held in damp, unfinished basements or apartments where the idea of maximum capacity doesn't apply, crowded parties are events in which ambiance is obviously not the primary goal. This is not to say that they don't have their place. A good college party is a rite of passage. It builds character and dare I say, virtue. You scoff, but think about it. The wait for the keg is three people deep in all directions and you wait your turn. Are you not patient? You finally reach the keg, fill your cup and drink that which they have the audacity to call beer. Are you not tolerant? A drunk girl trips and spills her drink all over your shoes. Are you not forgiving? Well, I guess that last one depends on how much your shoes mean to you, but still I think you get it.

The point is that we put up with a lot for the chance to unwind, have some fun and see that quiet guy from lit class do a keg stand. We trudge through snow or take a packed limo for the opportunity to stand around in a smoky room, swigging from plastic cups. And the funny thing is that by doing this, we are exercising a civic freedom. For those of age, having access to alcohol is a fundamental right that can never be taken away. The next time you're out, raise your glasses and drink to that.

This article appeared in The Marquette Tribune on Feb. 1 2005.