University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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ASSCU, SPACE and other clubs were able to bring o variety of tiit movies to campus at bargain rates. These box-office flicks were held in Daly Science. Spitzi Ursin The Pheonix Bookstore Cafe provided a relaxing atmosphere for studying and talking with friends. Seniors Kathy Short, Peto Owens and Anne Marie O ' Connor share coffee and conversation. □ Mike Bradish Concerts at Spotlights, One Step Beyond and other clubs were popular music options. The Freaky Executives rocked the crowd in Spotlights winter quarter. 26 student Life

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A WORD WITH CHANGING MEANING THE PARTY PROGRESSION Hey guys! You gonna party tonight? Familiar words tossed around campus most weel ends. To many Santa Clar- ans, hese words, to party, translate into fun and friends and maybe a beer or two. But interestingly enough to party is a verb of many definitions, and with each passing year at Santa Clara this extra- curricular activity has taken on added di- mensions. Parties freshman year were our at- tempt to make Santa Clara social activity fit the college movie stereotype of our wildest imaginations, I mean, we had ex- pectations! Among those expectations were images of 30 plus people crammed in a Swig room dancing and drinking. This was sometimes our version of the movie stereotype. Occasionally we ' d cross the street to a Sig Ep party, and stand in the massive crowds, shouting to each other over the strains of Rock Lobster about how much fun we were having. Sophomore year was much the same, and it wasn ' t until our junior year that there were significant additions to our party definition. Our new found freedom in the guise of apartment living gave way to more adult-like home enter- taining. Parties became cocktail gather- ings and dinners for friends. And other nights? We made way into the depths of Santa Clara ' s own heart of darkness — The Hut. Never mind the sneers of the seniors; we had enough dorm room fra- ternity partying under our belt that we felt we ' d earned the right to experience how the other half live. And it was fun. lean remember thinking that it was just a big party full of familiar people. How could anyone tire of it? By the time senior year rolls around, you can belt out New York, New York better than Ol ' Blue Eyes himself. One begins to form a love-hate relationship with The Hut. You love it because it is predictable and comfortable — you know everyone there. And you hate it be- cause it is so predictable and comfort- able and you know everyone there. Some nights it feels great to be sur- rounded by the slightly stale smell of beer and the familiar warmth, but other nights, a change of pace is needed. Some seniors just haven ' t found The Hut the be all and end all of their college social existence. Yes, a few seniors have taken those first tentative steps off the home ground in search of, perish the thought, an alternative. For some brave souls, this means venturing across the street to Lord Johns ' to catch some live jazz. Many hove also discovered great dancing at Baxter ' s on Sunday nights. Faithful fans of Frank Joseph are found at IVIountain Charlie ' s, and more often, Santa Clarans are seen frequenting the various Los Gatos nightspots like CB Han- nigans or the ever popular Hop. Whatever their choice, these Santa Clara students have added new dimen- sions to the word party since their fresh- man year —live music, dancing, mixed drinks and new and different people. Paul Lindblad Partying progressed to San Francisco for upperclassmen Kevin Russel, John Stevens, Genny Blackwell and Kim Ramirez. After exploring tt ie vjhart and the city lights, they end the evening at Pat O Sheas ' Pub. BY ANNE MARIE O ' CONNOR The Party Progression 25

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A CURE IS FOUND FOR SOCIAL UN-ALTERNATIVES So you ' re graduating in June. TInat ' s great! But what will you do then? The middle-aged man at the barstool next to me talks a little too loudly and much too seriously. The jazz blues band named Spang-A-Lang (popular entertainers at Lord John ' s Inn) start up again with a bang, muffling three simultaneous giggles— the most effective answer we ' ve found to the over-asked Big Question. Then? Of course many of us are deep in doubt, wondering what we will do then. On the other hand, I don ' t want to lookback 10 years from now and kick myself for missing out on an important aspect of our college education: Social Alternatives. That ' s why I ' ve decided to focus on the now. ...a disease! Patty ' s hands fly up in desperation. Who has a disease? We spin our stools around to face her, anticipating some hot gossip. No! I said it ' s like a disease— this an- noying attitude, I mean. It ' s spreading like a disease! Why can ' t we just have a good time. There ' s too much to do around here for us to worry about jobs and those kinds of things. Yeah, you ' re right. I pause a mo- ment, letting the comment sink in. She ' s right. A Social Un-Alternative disease, mayt e? As an underclassman, it was easy to adopt an apathetic attitude, complaining that there was nothing new or exciting to do. Now, there ' s more than enough to do— The Hut is by no means the only answer to fun. The problem, actually, is how can one possibly take advantage of the full spectrum of social opportuni- ties offered to us, the students of Santa Clara University and residents of the Bay Area? Are you going to the Reggae Festival on Saturday, Leslie? And the Hawaiin Luau after? I can ' t wait— it ' s going to be a long day! Patty approaches the small black-and- white table cautiously, balancing two mugs of Mocha Espresso by the handles in one hand and a piece of Cherry Cheescake in the other. The Phoenix, a bookstore coffee shop in downtown San Jose, is our favorite place to relax, eat, study, chat, procrastinate.... Of course. I ' m not missing out on that! But I have to save some energy for next week— I just read in the Bulletin that the play opens at Mayer Theatre on Thursday, and I ' m supposed to try that Morrocan res- tauraunt Wednesday night. ... But you have to go with me to the wine cheese art opening at the De Saisset, Les! Lisa ' s great at expanding our cultural education. Oh yeah. The Metro said it should be good. But there ' s also this debate on the moral decline of societ that night. ... And the list goes on. It ' s Tuesday night now. However, I ' m too tired to eat, drink and admire art with Lisa; and I ran out of money for Morrocan food with Patty. But I finally chose a much-needed social alterna- tive.... Plopped down on my couch with a novel (I picked it up at the Pheonix) and a cup of General Foods Cafe Francois, I ' m quite comfortable for the night— that is, consid- ering the fact I ' ve become afflicted by another well-known student disease— Senioritis. No more Social Un-Alternative stuff for me. Maybe I should write about the word moderation instead. The De Saisset Museum offered a social alternative close to home, Sophiomore Betti Sheeba takes a look at a sculpture collection. Joel Siler BY LESLIE CORTY Cure for Social Un-Alternatives 27