When you lose your wallet/keys/phone/student ID.

You know you brought it. You literally just saw it. Yet somehow you have lost one of the most important items you own for the third time this semester. Yup, your parents are actually going to kill you this time. After having to drunkenly call and cancel your credit cards, you venomously curse Downtown for its sneaky “thievery,” because there’s absolutely NO possible way you could have left your phone in the Whiskey bathroom.

When you realize Bae decided not to go out.

You’re dressed to impress. You know you look good and you’re confident Bae will think so too. The clock has struck midnight and you’ve already been to his/her three usual hangouts with no luck. With your potential love interest incognito, you’re forced to settle for a Snapchat story that perfectly showcases your fun personality, snazzy outfit and makes you appear as if you never thought of Bae in the first place.

When you get separated from your friends.

The one time a boy decides to approach you and offer you a drink, your friend’s desires for a change of scenery inspires them to bar-hop, jumping to the conclusion that you are in safe hands. Despite their assumptions, three sips into your vodka cranberry later, you realize that “Stan” is a total creep and you casually turn to your friends for support... only to discover they are nowhere to be found.

When you don’t know any of the bartenders working.

The downtown lifestyle is an expensive one. A mixed drink can cost you up to $5, making a lavish tequila shot simply out the question. The one saving grace for your wallet is the potential that a fellow hall-mate, sorority sister or friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend is working, allowing the price of your whiskey coke to drop to $2 with maybe a few free bombs on the side.

When Howard isn’t answering his phone.

It’s 2:12 a.m. Its 27 degrees outside. You’re socially-exhausted and already slightly hungover. No worries: you can always count on your favorite cab driver to give you and your friends a cozy ride home for the low price of $3. But could he really not be answering?! It’s been 15 minutes of repetitive calling with no luck, leaving you with no choice but to face the frostbite and start walking home.

When you miss the East-West Overnighter by .345 seconds.

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, you can give yourself the peace of a mind of a free ride home via the “trusty” UGA transit system. At this point in your college career, you already know to allow up to ten minutes of error from Route Shout’s estimated arrival times. You’re on the final stretch towards the bus stop as you see the bus comes to an abrupt stop. And just as quickly as it stopped, it closes its doors and leaves you in its rearview mirror.

When you have to order a cup of water and its only 11:30…

You started pregaming at 8 p.m, you attacked power hour with impressive force and before you know it you are seriously struggling. When you make the mature decision to take a break with a cup of water, you chug it so fast that you make your ancestors proud. As you order your fourth Gin and Tonic, you feel the need to take a bow, because you have officially rallied.

When there are 17 people in line for the bathroom.

You “broke the seal” 45 minutes ago. You have to pee so bad it hurts. With a room full of girls fixing their hair and checking their makeup, you want to scream with frustration. Six girls went into the only open stall and you are on the verge of bursting. 200 minutes later, you finally have your chance and are filled with immediate relief, only to have to repeat this tedious, stressful process four more times before the night is over.

When the bars are “One-in-one-out”.

Every once in a while, it seems as if the entire state of Georgia is trying to get into the same bar. After being forced to stand in line for half an hour, you have to enter the bar without your friends and awkwardly wait for them inside. When you finally get inside, you realize you’re actually miserable; it’s hot, crowded and virtually impossible to order a drink.

When you wake up the morning after.

Another successful night downtown and before you know it, you’re forced to snap back to reality. And the truth is, reality is kind of painful. Your head throbs, you’re sleep deprived and if you don’t drink any water in the next five seconds you may pass out from dehydration. The thought of having to do anything scholastic makes you want to vomit. Well, maybe that’s not entirely school’s fault…