I know my first blog post was a little dry, I get that. Think of it as a test flight, overlook the fact that it has to remain posted for my class assignment, and move on. I finally decided that I want to write about my near-daily escapades. Whether that be me attempting to wake board, biting my tongue at work while dealing with a rude person on the phone, or a weekend spanning two, three, or four days. This is the latter.
For some reason, going into Labor Day Weekend it didn't occur to me that this weekend consisted of three days. That’s three nights (four if you’re including Thursday) of “anything goes” debauchery. Maybe I would have passed on Thursday night if I had done my math before. We were headed downtown that night so naturally you have to pregame. A pregame is never just a pregame. We started off playing the normal games until someone suggested we up the ante. Naturally, possessing the athletic prowess that I do, I was the next to lose newly after that rule was added. There was a pump filled with beer. And that's all I'm going to say about that. We hadn't even gotten on the bus to go downtown yet. Once we got on the buses, we quickly realized this is not the typical downtown bus. This was a party bus, with lights, poles, and freshmen gleaming with that freshmen look. Don’t get me wrong, a couple of years ago I would not mind this crowd, being that I was in their shoes not long before. It’s different now though. Some of these kids probably got their braces off a month before, their license not long before that, and I’m graduating in a few months. I just called them kids. We get to the club and it’s nothing less than expected: blinding lights everywhere, college bartenders acting like they know what they're doing, girls on the dance floor dancing and most of the guys standing around waiting for the first girl to come up to them. I love it. My friend was guest bartending for her first time that night so my first drink tasted like three. Keeping in mind I had to work both of my internships the next morning, I told myself I would stop there. That always goes well. I looked over at VIP and that looked fun so I went over. The security guard stammered on about needing to be on the list. I was ready to turn around until my friend in VIP called me in and told the bouncer I’m with them. As he was banding me I remember having the biggest grin on my face like I had just won an Olympic medal. While looking around VIP I couldn’t believe my eyes; I never wanted to go back. Booths, tables, and complimentary bottle service served by girls in clad clothing. The attire was jungle theme that night. I spent the rest of my night there, meeting too many faces I would never remember, and getting numbers that would be lost in my phone forever once the night was over. Then it hit me, I had completely lost all of the friends I originally came with and the buses were about to leave. I scrambled back down to the other part of the bar, found them, and got back on the bus. The night ended late but I still made it to both of my internships in the morning. College. For the purposes of the word limit on this blog I have to end it here. A three day weekend is more than enough. I drank enough caffeine on the following Tuesday to make an elephant to do a handstand.
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