Oh Uptown, where to begin? Thank you for not judging my reckless Thursday nights; or Friday nights; or Tuesday...well you get it.

Where would we be without our crazy stories of getting kicked out of B lounge or CVP? Or that one time we actually got into Torrent. Every weekend we promise we will never do it again. And every single weekend we are wrong.

Sometimes, we often like to pretend that the old adage 'what happens uptown, stays uptown.' Unfortunately, that is not often the case. We find ourselves scrambling around campus the next day, hats pulled way down low and sunglasses on. Not enough water can quench our thirsts nor can enough advil cure these headaches. Our heads are hung really low and we scurry to Einsteins or get into our cars to get some food, in hopes we won't see anyone from the night before.

Pictures and videos we can hardly recall are found in our camera rolls, as well as texts we are praying that, by deleting them, the recipient will forget about them as well.

But the greatest part about the next day (or possibly the worst) is sitting around with our friends, recapping the night before. Laughing about our crazy (drunken) antics. Praying none of your friends remember that reaallllyyy stupid thing last night, but they probably do.

At the end of the day, we all love uptown Towson and we aren't really sure where our college experience would be without it.

Also, thanks for supplying us hungover THB... it's a real life saver.