I was marinating on your post (as instructed), when the reason for the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach became painfully clear. As a native Philadelphian, I am shocked AND awed at the fact that you could write an article on parties masquerading as semi-legitimate events without mentioning the fabled tradition of Wingbowl. Beer, wings, and tits are all very dear to my heart, and your oversight of the one place where they come together annually in harmonious debauchery stings me to the core.