Going out in college is all that you see in the movies. Partying in college sometimes actually lives up to the movie expectations (in a fun sense, not a "Project X" sense). What better way to explain a night out with friends than the perfect show that follows the life of five "Friends?" It's like you're always stuck in second gear, and when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year... You can always head out to the bars.

You're really excited to go out; you've waited the whole week for this night.

You try to set a game plan for the night, but your group message is utter chaos. No one has any idea what's going on, and every time you ask a question, no one responds.

You finally get plans finalized, so you head to your friend's apartment and you start drinking. As the night ticks on, the excitement starts to get to you, or maybe that's the alcohol?

The night is just beginning, so you and your friends head out to the bars. You're single and ready to mingle. But then a strange man with a ukulele starts hitting on you, and you start to question everything.

You then realize that you haven't had nearly enough to drink at that point. To handle all the annoying drunk girls and creepy drunk men, you need a little more liquor in your system.

Time passes and you're just about at your alcohol intake limit. You start acting irrationally and everything you say is nonsense. So your friends just look at you and console your irrelevant slurs of nothing.

You feel free and happy and just plain wild, so your friends all head to the dancing bar (the one that you won't even step foot in without at least five drinks in your system). You're feeling good and ready to get your drunk dance moves on.

But then you get to the point of the night where you inevitably make a poor decision, whether it's making out with a random, hitting on a bartender, or the worst case scenario: texting your ex. You just made the poor decision to do the one thing you told yourself that you wouldn't do tonight.

The night draws to an end and your friend calls an uber. The uber arrives, and suddenly, there's an induced panic. The uber took 15 minutes to arrive, and yet no one is prepared.

You wake up the next morning hung over next to your best friend and three large, half-eaten pizzas. You turn to your friends and just laugh, because you're about to do it all over again.