Since movies, stereotypes and social media create the misconception that college is meant for partying, it’s hard not to feel pressured to go out at least once in awhile, even if you are not and will never be a party person.
Story by Jacqueline Martinez
Weekend after weekend, you find yourself in bed watching the latest Lifetime movie while your friends are getting ready to go out. You’d rather be cozy in the comfort of your own home, not in an overcrowded room with music blasting from every angle. However, there are those rare occasions when you take your friends up on a party invitation, but only so you don’t end up feeling a grandma on a Friday night.
On that special day when you actually say yes to a night on the town, here are a few thoughts that may be running through your head.
When your friends tell you the party starts at 11 p.m., and you’re confused because by that time, you’re already in your in pajamas, on your third bowl of popcorn. The thought of getting ready to leave your house makes you tear up a little.
When you start getting ready and realize perfecting makeup and staying on fleek isn’t easy. You begin to ask yourself “what is a contour” and “why do mascara brands always have outrageous names like Super Mega Elastic Eyelash Elongator Blast Serum?’
When you’re in the Uber on the way there, and you reevaluate the impulsive decision you made. Too bad, so sad, because it’s too late to back out now.
When you finally get there and you wonder, “do all these people actually know each other or did they just meet and they’re acting like they’re friends?”
When there is a large jug with some mystery juice that everyone is drinking without question, but when you ask what it is someone simply replies “punch.”
When you see everyone dancing to this one song that you can’t even understand the words to and you’re wondering how they can rap every lyric (or at least pretend to).
When you realize you could be at home in your comfortable bed catching up on your favorite TV shows or working on the homework you promised yourself you would finish this weekend.
When you’re consoling your drunk friend in the bathroom and you have to break the bad news that the guy she’s obsessing over isn’t even cute.
When it’s finally time to go home and you feel like a mother duck herding her drunk ducklings into the Uber.
When the night is finally over and you’re reunited with your bed, but you regret going to the party because just like every other time, you hated it