It was cold Friday night as my girlfriend and I walked to a typical house party. My hands got as I tried to switch holding a soda between them. The walk wasn’t far and soon we were climbing the unmaintained steps of a typical college student house. Once inside I took a large water-bottle filled with cheap vodka out of my coat pocket.
How collegiate.
I knew some people their and we talked and laughed. Yet it was all very typical. The behavior of drunken college kids even seems boring. I poured my drinks strong and only have hazy memories of the latter part of the night.
Vodka for college students is a fine line. You want your vodka cheap, but not too cheap. Nice, but not too nice.
This vodka was both too cheap and not too nice. At the time it was barely noticeable, however the next morning it was.
I wake up to the annoying ring of a cellphone alarm. But not just any phone, a Motorola RAZR. It’s the classy way to wake up if you live in 2004.
Morning are terrible. Normally I feel mildly hungover whenever I wake up due to going at least 6 hours without caffeine. But this morning was terrible. But I’m soon dragged out of bed by a hungry girlfriend who wants breakfast.
Saturday went quickly like all weekends do. Leaving you with enough time to think you can get stuff done, but not enough time to actually do anything.
We decide to stay in Saturday. Maybe go get one drink at a bar, and then watch a movie or something. We find a nice bar far from campus, but still within walking distance. A small place that’s relaxed and has a very calm atmosphere for a Saturday night. After having a few drink we come to the mutual conclusion that we probably aren’t going to watch a movie. We then proceed to continue drinking.
In a drunken lapse of judgment we decided to go to another bar. This lapse of judgment is further compounded by a decision to get cigarettes at a gas-station along the way.
I don’t smoke. I did for a few months, but after the novelty wore off I didn’t see the point. It surprises me because my addiction to caffeine is so strong, yet nicotine doesn’t do much for me. But sometimes a drunken cig can be nice.
We finally get the crowded “hip” bar. As soon as we walk in we are told there is a $3 cover. I’ve never understood that. This business charges me $3 for the privilege of being able to spend money on their product?
The place is crowded and loud. Filled with the stereotypes of college students. $10 minimum on debit card charges, and an ATM in the back charging $2.50 for a withdrawal.
After spending $13 on drinks I was more than happy to leave. After a drunken sub sandwich and a long walk we stumble into my room
