Okay, so It was a Saturday night. There was nothing really going on. I hadn’t been out in a while. It was another night of just me sitting at home playing Xbox. When a friend of mine asked if I wanted to go to Madison Social. I thought to myself “no.” Then as I went over it in my head I thought “It’s my senior year damn it. This is the last time I can go out and be a complete fool and it’s socially acceptable” (to a certain degree). So yeah, I’m going out. I threw on some pants and a leather jacket and walked from my apartment to Madison Social to meet my friends. I thought that it would be a good time.

When I approached the front door I received a wristband. I walked through the door to see a sea of people. Their ages varied and they were all soaking in the atmosphere. I remember looking up to the parking garage across the old I.M. fields and seeing the fog creep up. “It’s a foggy night in Tallahassee Town,” I said to myself out loud like an idiot. A man next to me said, “hell yeah it is, brother!” At least someone liked it. I looked to the far right corner of the bar and there were all my friends. I hadn’t seen most of them in a while. I approached them and when I got closer I noticed that there was someone in the crowd that I hadn’t seen in about five years. What was he doing here? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I needed a drink. I went up to grab a brew and my long lost friend from five years offered to buy me a round. I accepted. I asked him how he was doing he responded with “Hey man, I’m still alive!” It gave me a mixed vibe. One, I was like that’s a good answer. Life is an amazing gift. Second, should I be concerned? Maybe I was just thinking to much into the response. Just drink the beer. I remember originally that my plan wasn’t to get wasted. I just wanted to do a casual outing. Soak in the atmosphere. Then a woman stuck a tequila shot in my face. It had been forever since I did one. I shot it, no questions asked. I ordered another beer. I turned to a see a man that was so drunk that security figured that it was time for that man to go. He was on the outside bar and he was trying to put up a fight but realized he was no match for the sober security. He was removed.

My friend Sam pointed out that some of the staff was bringing out a cookie cake. A f*@#ing cooking cake? For what? Is this a new thing at Madison Social? They just give out cookie cakes to the public? What a great group of people. Come to find out one of the bartenders was leaving for a new job opportunity in New York. What a night to come out. And they were playing “Whistle” by Flo-Rida. I haven’t heard this song since like sophomore year of high school. Bonus. I looked down to find my beer was empty and my mouth was dry. Also, my credit card had been blocked because a man in California charged sixty dollars at a Target. So the bank put a hold. I was fueling my alcohol craving with cash. Once it was gone I knew the night was going to be over. I order another shot of tequila. It was more bang for my buck. I smelled the shot and realized this was a poor decision. Nevertheless, I put it down. I made a trip to the bathroom. Moments later I come out and an elderly man stops me. He shakes my hand and gives me a hug. “Keep fighting the good fight brother. One love my man!” He shouted. I was very confused but at the same time, I was fired up. It got me going. Hell yeah. At the outside bar, a group of people in the mid 50’s to 60’s age range were starting to sing happy birthday to the man of the hour. My new found friend told me to join him in singing happy birthday. To which I obliged. Afterward, we all cheered. Whenever there’s a public singing for a birthday you got to join. A woman that was old enough to be my mother gave me another shot. “Oh no,” I thought as I sucked it down. I have the will power of a potato. I looked over to the front of Madison Social as the security ran to the inside bar. They found the guy that they kicked out earlier climbing the fence. That man is relentless. The party went on and I thought it was time to leave my newfound friends. God bless them. I found my way back to my friends. Our group's number had dwindled by half. Some people made a break for Coliseum, at midnight, those wild hooligans. Out of nowhere Daddy Yankee’s “Gasolina” started playing through the speaker. All of my friends looked at me and assumed that I was going to freak out because of my Spanish heritage. Unfortunately, for me, I proved them right with the amount of tequila swirling around in me. I started singing and making a fool out myself by dancing like a moron. Spanish music rocks. I regret nothing. I decided that exhaustion was taking over. I looked at my wallet I only had about $2. I'm not even going to ask what I can get with 2 dollars looking like I need my last fix. Besides, I've had enough already. It's time to drag myself back home and call it a night. My walk back home was one to remember. I had never seen the streets covered in so much fog. It was Michael Jackson's Thriller right there on Madison street. Amazing.