It's 9 PM on a Saturday night. You're laying in bed contemplating whether or not you want to get fries or a milkshake, and you're about to start your new show on Netflix. Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door, and when you get up to open it, you see your best friends. They're all dressed nicely and have huge smiles on their faces. They have come to convince you to come out with them that night, but you're quick to make an excuse that you would prefer to spend the night in. However, after being especially persistent, they eventually persuade you to, and they couldn't be more excited.

After much convincing, your friends finally motivate you to get out of bed and into a party mood. As you're getting ready, you continue to get more and more excited to spend the night out with the people who make you happiest. Dressed in your nicest outfit, you look in the mirror and realize that you couldn't be more presentable. Once you get to the pregame, you realize that it was your calling to refrain from your laziness that night. Before you know it, you're having the time of your life.

After spending way too much money to get to your destination, you walk into the frat, probably way too drunk to keep yourself from singing along with the overplayed music that the DJ decides to play. You run to claim the pong table with the hopes of starting a game with your friends, but everyone seems too focussed on dancing to "All Night Longer" by Sammy Adams.

Eventually, you find yourself back on the dance floor with them. Overplayed songs from the radio start to play. Typically when you're sober, you dread hearing such music. However, now that you're out having a good time, you can't help but sing along with them. After a while, you notice one of your friends is missing. You turn around and see her hooking up with one of the frat brothers (that she has claimed, multiple times, she would never get with again). You confront her and pull her away from him as fast as you can.

Your friend then pulls you over and asks if you want to get some punch. You have high hopes for it, praying that it will taste good this time, but the second it touches your tongue you cannot help but gag. You have no idea if it tastes more like Monster, fruit punch, or milk that went bad in 2006.

After trying to drink away your stresses, you go back to the dance floor to look for your friends. You notice that one of them is with her boyfriend, and the other two have are interacting with people you don't know. You start to look for someone to keep you company, but knowing you, that's most likely not going to happen. You decide you'll just be forever alone and spend your life with your cat.

You start to feel a little tired, so eventually, you and your friends make it outside and start to look for a cab. You're lucky enough to find one, but once you call it over, one of your friends trips behind you and falls over drunkenly. You run back to help her as the rest of your friends, delirious, run to the cab without any idea of what has happened. The cab leaves, and you and your drunk friend are stranded at the frat house. It's 4 AM before you can find another ride, and once you get her back to her room on campus, you could not be more excited. When you open the door, your roommate wakes up in shock, asking if you are okay. You claim you had an incredible night, but you're just trying to remember everything that happened.

The next morning, your group chat is blowing up over iMessage. Everyone can't believe what they did, got themselves into, and have no memory of the night whatsoever. Obviously, it was a successful night out with your friends.

We all know that a night out with friends always has its perks. I'm absolutely sure that Rachel, Ross, Monica, Phoebe, Chandler and Joey could 100% relate.