Spill the powdered tea

Alright y’all… story time.

So I’m vibing at Joe’s last night—classic $2 you-call-it kinda chaos—when I find myself in the upstairs bathroom line and a dude in a full referee outfit—yes, stripes, whistle, knee-high socks, the whole Foot Locker fantasy—pushes past the line like he's about to throw a flag on someone’s night. Right behind him? His partner in crime: a guy wearing a MATCHING ref outfit… and a literal football helmet.I’m thinking it’s some weird theme night. Nope. They slam the stall door shut. 3 minutes later, they come out looking like they just won the Big Ten Championship and did a Gatorade bath in serotonin. Whistle guy even blew his whistle. Like. Sir. Why?

So now I gotta ask…
Who is doing snow? And why are they dressed like they’re about to officiate a homecoming game in Narnia?? No judgment, just journalistic curiosity. Is this a frat ritual? D3 football thing? Theater department deep lore? Joe’s exclusive fever dream?