Every Thursday, I would walk to class and listen to conversations in the air like, "who's throwing down tonight," "where's the party at," "what are we getting for alcohol," "who do you plan on hooking up with tonight" and "what are we going to wear?" These conversations were always so intriguing to me because of course, as a freshman, I longed for the going out scene at college. I would carry on with my day completely unaware of where I would end up, or how my night would go, because no one invites freshman anywhere, you just go with the flow. These people had their nights all mapped out before the day was even done and here I was trying to figure out how I would even get alcohol at age 18.
Classes finally finish and I would quickly go back to my room to see what my roommates wanted to do. It would take us hours to get all dolled up and try and look significantly older than we actually were. All the boys on our floor would be constantly asking us where we were going that night, because of course, boys were more out of the loop than we were. It was hard to dodge the question so we would let them tag along because after all, they were our friends. The sun finally sets and people are beginning to flood out of the freshman dorms. In packs, everyone travels down the Shea Durgin hill completely confused as to what they are doing or where they are headed. We all kind of just followed whoever seemed to have a clue as to where they were going.
Each house we walked by, there would be people outside yelling at us freshman to get away from their house before the police were called because as I said, we literally traveled in packs of 150 people. The moment of truth hits the boys hard because we realize that in order for us to get into any parties, the boys must be left behind. We finally see a few people entering a house that seems to be holding a party so hey, let's give it a try. We approach the door and give it a knock that screams uncertainty. A few drunk boys answer the door and the first question is, "Who do you know here?" and we all just stare at each other. I don't know anyone here and I know none of my friends do so we start to walk away and the boys scream for us to come back, "No, no, no, it's okay, you guys have a good ratio. There aren't any boys with you are there?" We look behind us and somehow two of the boys from our floor followed behind us. We give them a look of sorrow, turn back to the guys standing in the home and let them know that those guys aren't with us.
We enter the house and come to the quick realization that we know no one in the house. The house is packed of drunk people playing music very loudly, dancing and playing drinking games. It looks like everyone's having a lot of fun, probably because they are all friends, seeing as they are all upperclassmen. We stand awkwardly in the corner and sip on our blueberry flavored Rubinoff and cringe as it slivers down our throats. We realize that it isn't all that fun to be somewhere that we know no one so we leave and try a new house. The night consists of walking around in the cold with little to no clothes on and trying to get into houses in which we recognize at least a few faces. After a few hours of this, we finally head back to the dorms. You would think this would be a lesson learned, yet this is thrilling and exciting for us and we cannot wait to do it all again on Saturday night.
