Rock Out With Your Socks Out

 Today I was trying to find my birth certificate and came across the sacred boogie texts. I did not find my certificifcate, which means I am functionally unborn which is the same as dead which explains why this is the first post in nine years. It's OK, just as my dieing wish please tell you that I love you.

This is a Bess Thaler era flyer, which was also before my time (which I guess everything is if I don't have a birth certificate). I did meet her, I can't remember if I spoke to her but I do remember some moves when dancing.

Prohibition Boogie

Oh look, I cleaned out my bookshelf and it turns out I have more than six flyers. That's a relief.

I once hear from a boogie elder that boogie club was about havin' a good time while sober. I often heard from a lot of people that we were always high. That's a lot of people's word against one and the boogier was probably too high to get their facts straight. So maybe this was tongue in cheek, I don't know.


This is a Tim Dutcher era flyer. I heard he started boogie club I think. He still came to Wesleyan a few times for parties and things, or at least Sarah Lonnning would point to people and say they were Tim Dutcher. I remember him as a guy who had the same aqua colored sweatshirt as me. Or maybe that was somebody else. Regardless, I lost that sweatshirt

Wesleyan no longer weird

Oh wait check this out

http://wesleying.org/2011/08/02/wes-no-longer-weird/#more-56564

As I was saying in the last post, no current Wes students have witnessed boogie club. COINCIDENCE?

Explanation for Boogie Club Dieing (Dying?)

I got a scanner so I might put stuff on this blog again. The best part is that all the freshmen from my senior year have graduated, so now NO WESLEYAN STUDENTS understand the importance of these missives from the probably forgotten Boggie Club to the student stationary body. It's perfect really, perhaps our final lost cause.

So naturally this is the last booger club flyer that ever was. The last dance so to speak. We covered ourselves in ketchup packets (or otherwise found catsup and applied it to selves) as we moaned painfully all over the "new campus center" and collapsed. We were few, the last hardened boogiers and we all understood what we had to do, and that this was the last shot to do it. We made a ruckus, we offended, and definitely at least confused, and we smelled like ketchup for the rest of the day. Boogie died beautifully, y'all.

These are folded flyers so like any good manga you should start at the right. And then to the left. Then ignore the center part and move onto the second image, read that left to right, and then read then middle of the first image.

you can click things to make it bigger. I am sorry about my handwriting. Mostly, I'm sorry about your face

There were many reasons to KILL boogie club, I don't think any of them are here. I thought about giving context to some of these but that would kill the joke and really, that wouldn't make it much of an archive would it? It would?

END DRAWING AND QUARTERING

I think I helped on this one but I have no recollection of how it went