Because every great institution should be desecrated in exactly seven locations.
1. In the salad trough.
You'll have to be ready to make a few enemies when the tofu chunks start flying and the Craisins inevitable get knocked over. But it's all about making an impression. They'll secretly respect you for it. Rush is coming up soon, after all.
2. On the skylight.
If you think you look fat splashed across a glass panel, naked as the day you were born, doing the nasty, viewed from below, then maybe you don't want your best friend to film this one. But it's all about positive self-image. And FACETIME!
...Asstime? Hmmm...
3. Commonground.
The disco ball isn't just there to pay homage to Jimmy Wright's Studio 54 days. It sets the mood.
4. In the Greenprint line before 10As.
This one's for the boldest lovers among us. Or the most annoying. I can't decide. I don't have time, I have to print my thesis. On Simplex. It's really important.
5. On the Info Desk.
You'd be surprised how many people, particularly the ones working behind the desk, will be unlikely to notice the miracle of your lovemaking. As long as you don't cry out that Greenprint is broken in the heat of the moment, you should go completely undisturbed. Just watch out for staples. And tacks. And that huge stapler that says it's for "25-50 pgs." Because I really have to staple my thesis, which is really long, and impressive, and needs to be stapled at any cost or else I'll never get a job and a hot wife and 2.5 genie pups and a lantern just outside of Boston.
6. In Fuel.
There comes a time in every young person's life when herm needs to do it in a sketchy nightclub in the Eastern Bloc while wearing JLo's green Versace dress from the 2000 Grammys (you know what I'm talking about). Fuel presents the perfect venue in which to perform this time-old rite of passage. Not only does Fuel offer an authentic Hungarian nightclub feel, but it is also surrounded by scary black windows--smoke screens that create an air of mystery. You can't see in, you can't see out. So the people eating al soggy pasta can't see you living out your darkest fantasy on the Fuel dance floor. You don't have to watch some vested Info Desk person troll for errant staples while you climax. But you know who can see you? I can. This is my house. And it isn't voyeurism when I do it.
7. In the COSO office.
Pat Moss's desk is good for two things--watching dollar bills coast off into the ether, and hanky panky.