In the beginning, when the patriarchy created college, the Thursday Night was born. Some may argue that Thursday Night has always existed, but I beg to differ. College has perfected the Thursday Night at the bar, with each stage of the night being held to the highest esteem.
The Decision
This is the most important part of the night: your decision to actually go out. Sure, you may have that 9:00 am and probably haven't finished your homework for the next day yet, but the possibility of an awesome night and a severe case of FOMO has left you curious. Whether your friends are pressuring you to go out with them or you had a really rough week, the decision makes or breaks your night.
The Preparation
What you wear downtown has to reflect what you want from the night, but don't wear anything sleazy. Want a little dancing action? Wear that skirt while also not flashing the entire bar. Want a free drink from that creepy old guy who hangs around to stare at all of the girls? Go for it. Feeling that nice shirt you've been saving for a special occasion? You do you. Tonight is your night, friend. Carpe that diem.
The Social
You're hanging with all of your friends in one of y'all's rooms. You're probably feeling some type a way by now, with Drake playing in the background and the liquid courage running through your veins. You are in your zone, you are on top of the world, and nobody can bring you down. You are ready to go to the concrete jungle of downtown.
The Event
It's your time to shine, superstar. While some of your friends stayed behind because they couldn't make it, you can still have your moment. Do the Dougie, Cupid that shuffle, and if you want to Wobble, then Wobble. It's the one night of the week you're allowed in public to dance as badly as you want. Dance with people you just met, scream the few words you know of that song, and live up your Thursday. You deserve it!
The Ride Back
The best kind of people in your college years are the ones that are willing to be your driver. Thank these people profusely, especially when they buy you a Taco Bell Beefy 5 Layer. Your A+ friend drops you off and you take the ever-beautiful elevator back to your dorm. You crawl back to your bed because the liquid courage has unfortunately left your system. You dream of sugar plums and people raving all night long. You survived a Thursday Night.
The Friday
"Has the sun always been this bright?" will probably be one of your first questions. As you take the struggle bus to your morning class looking ratchet AF, you know that going out the night before was one of most fun things you did this week.
