Every Wednesday night I pretend to be in a sorority.

I actually take much pride in my GDI status (if you don’t know what that means, you probably are one). However it seems more acceptable in my head if I tell myself I’m part of Greek Life whenever my friends and I choose to participate in Liquid Dope nights at The O Patio & Pub. And since the bar recently celebrated its four-year anniversary, I deemed it necessary to dedicate my first column to them.

The O, O Fratio, O Patio, I don’t care what you call it, the majority of its customers live right down the street on 15th Avenue in a sorority or fraternity house. Yes, the location is convenient for them, but the laid-back atmosphere and cheesy songs played at O Patio are a breeding ground for frat stars. Last Wednesday, “Call Me Maybe” played four times in a row. Last spring when I would walk by as a 20-year-old, I would hear Rebecca Black’s “Friday” blaring out their speakers.

Although my friends and I find it hilarious to make fun of people in sororities and fraternities, I usually find myself standing next to them at the O for Liquid Dope night or Beat the Clock.

That’s another thing about the O, they have themed nights just like Greek Life functions. On Wednesday nights you can bring a designated Liquid Dope pitcher and get it refilled for $7 with a mixture of orange juice and liquor I couldn’t tell you the names of. And on Friday afternoons you can buy pitchers of beer for $2 at 2 p.m., $3 at 3 p.m. (you get the drift), to participate in Beat the Clock.

At some bars, it’s unacceptable to drink straight from pitchers. In fact, a friend of mine was recently kicked out of another campus bar for doing so. But at the O, you can proudly stick as many straws as you want into a pitcher of Liquid Dope and drink away.

As easy as it is to poke fun at the O Patio for targeting a certain group, there’s no denying that it’s a fun time. You’re bound to see someone you know there (that could be good or bad). And who doesn’t enjoy being able to wear a jersey, gym shorts and Sperry’s to a bar?