Apparently Lodge’s Tuesday date party was so exclusive, even their own members couldn’t get in. The event took place at O’Malley’s in Lincoln Park, where Northwestern’s Greek elite got to mesh the yuppie regulars … not a big stretch, we’re guessing. But before they got their chance, they found out at the door that the event was 21 plus, a big problem for kids who want to just show up and sneak their flasks in rather than dishing real world prices for watered-down booze. As most of the brothers in attendance were underage, only about 50 people were able to go in-those with fakes, we’re going to assume. However, older bros to the rescue-reportedly, some of the Lodges paid off the bouncers to let everyone in, and the rest of the party was a smashing success. One ecstatic freshman says she “busted a move or two and it’s safe to say it was a solid, messy event. No one was without a hangover today.” We love the de-emphasis on academic achievement. After all, what are you going to remember more-a night of studying or a fun night out? (Neither, we guess.) Said one junior in attendance: “Lodge was hands down the best date party I’ve ever been to. I don’t know if that’s because there was Candyland on the table or if it was because I watched a (sophomore boy) go home with an ugly TriDelt.” Well, I guess not everyone can feel the love.THE JUBILANT JEWISH JERSEY SHOREFake tans and fist-pounding galore! Snooki would be proud-Guidos and Guidettes united at AEPi to reportedly bring more people to the house on Lincoln than had been seen in years. The freshmen on door duty turned away a snaking line of curious guests, monitoring the hair-sprayed poofs crawling through the door. “Don’t fall in love at the Jersey Shore,” a twist on their annual Kick it with Cupid Valentine’s Day registered party, brought legions doing their best impressions of the Jersey Shore crew, and the men of AEPi perfected the Guido look with thick Heeb chest hair flowing over unbuttoned shirts and lathered-on lotion tans. A seductively-dressed Alpha Phi won the costume contest, pairing Snooki’s trademark poof with JWoww’s low-cut (and now patented!) shirt and signature pout, but a confused girl handed the prize ($15 to Starbucks) off to the wrong girl and waved off the correction. “Doesn’t matter,” he said in his best Jersey accent. He may have well been wearing sunglasses at night.