SMU is a country club. It's a place for the childeren of wealthy executives to date and party with the offspring of other wealthy people.
The snooty factor at SMU is off the charts. The name brand purses,fancy watches, custom designer boots, collared shirts, and silver candelabras come out in force at their tailgate. (Man, did I feel out of place in my sandles and t-shirt.) Those kids are clothes horses and into their status symbols. It's like walking through Cherry Creek Mall or Aspen, but with no ski mountain, and populated by 18-23 year old fashion magazine subscribers who don't really care about football.
One tailgate tent was ponsored by Joe's Crabshack. How about a heaping plate of Crab Fettichini to go along with the Zinfindel?
You gotta tailgate at SMU to believe it. It's like a mini Old Miss Grove scene made up of Ralph Lauren, Channel and Lexus clients.
At least the filthy rich kids in Boulder like to ski and aren't afraid of a goatee and getting dirty.
The SMU variety wear Sperry Topsiders, cartigans and fancy evening attire.
The fraternity rave tent was a sight to behold. It would not surprise me in the least if some if the kids dancing their asses off before 1PM kickoff were fueled by ecstasy and coke.