I will make one statement:
It\'s refreshing to know there are a couple of frats willing to book The Breakfast in place of the usual Dave Matthews cover band.
Headiest frat that I accidentally found myself at [I\'ve never gone out with the intention of partying at a frat (except for the time that a former roomate invited me to his pimp/ho party)] was in Oneonta (home of the Klout).
Weird scene that included free beer, jam bands and dread headed frat boys that encouraged male guests to grind with the chicks (rather than a standard beating when non-members try to hook up with the chicks at the meathead frats).