The Debauchery of Steer Roast Continues
“Sex, beer, and meat”
-- Big Bad Bollocks’ lead singer describing Steer Roast
Sex, beer and meat: one of MIT’s largest parties and grandest traditions. What more could you ask for anyways?
Steer Roast is just about all you could want in a party: food, drink, mud wrestling, pornography, interesting people, strippers, and a variety of recreational drugs. This year’s roast took place under clear skies and the watchful eyes of what seemed like every Campus Police officer employed by the Institute.
Steer Roast spans an entire weekend, but I experienced only Friday afternoon and night. The traditional beginning of the event, the pit lighting, couldn’t be dampened by a Safety Office prohibition against flaming rolls of toilet paper dropping from the roof. Nor did the police presence, wristbanding policy, or other newly implemented Institute party requirements detract significantly from the atmosphere.
Friday afternoon was dominated by mud wrestling and mud wrestling was dominated by nudity. Some, like Peter R. Gamache ’01 started out (mostly) sans clothing, while others were gradually disrobed during the course of their matches.
During later matches the three hyper-testosteronated announcers focused exclusively on clothing loss as a measure of victory in any match involving a woman. At one point they declared that baring only 20 percent of the breasts involved in a match was unacceptable.
In this reporter’s opinion, the highlight of mud wrestling was provided by a fully clothed Rhett Creighton ’02 whose somersaulting kick sent a Tau Epsilon Phi brother twice his size flying out of the ring.
A break for dinner caused me to miss the strippers but reviews seemed positive. The pornography that was being exhibited when I returned in the basement wasn’t particularly interesting and I spent the majority of my time in the Courtyard watching bands, mingling with the unusually diverse crowd, and buying dollar beers.
A body painting station was also in operation along with the other ‘attractions’ one expects to find upstairs at Steer Roast.
The first musical act, The Big Bad Bollocks, featured a frontman who played accordion and belted out some spirited drinking tunes. Following the Bollocks, the Reflecting Skins played an interesting set featuring the strong vocals from their female lead.
I didn’t catch the name of the final night’s band, but their rich, brassy sounds set the crowd dancing.
Perhaps there is more to Steer Roast than sex, beer, and meat. How many other events can create a crowd that includes every campus group from fraternities to the Student Information Processing Board? On the other hand maybe it’s just a damn good party.