As soon as you get out of class you call your friends with all the details for the night.

When you get back to your place you declare you have nothing to wear.

Then when everyone is over you decide to have a dance party while getting ready.

Finally, everyone is ready so the pregame starts.

After about an hour...or more...you call a cab/DD/public safety to go to the party.

The moment you have been waiting for all night comes, the entrance.

After about 3 cups you decide that the jungle juice is on point.

Then comes the awful drunk dancing to Taylor Swift & Miley Cyrus.

When you realize that you need to break the seal and some girl compliments your outfit.

While fixing your hair you let slip that you think the guy with the blonde hair is super cute so one of his gal pals decides to give you life advice.

As you're walking out of the bathroom you drunkenly slip and fall.

So someone declares you wasted and forces you to drink water.

After one sip you are magically fine and ready for the rest of the night.

And by the rest of the night you mean go flirt with a cute guy in the kitchen.

But then you realize the water sobered you up and you need liquid courage, but the guy at the keg says it is kicked.

Your friends call you over to decide what to order from Domino's so it will get there the same time you will.

But then you get distracted because that cute guy is actually into you.

So you guys get a ride back to his place.

Then things get weird once he asks you what you want to do.

But luckily you are a strong, confident woman so you tell him that you just want to go to bed.

Then you get married to the cute guys roommate that was even hotter...oh wait that was a dream...

The next day you wake up confused and don't know where you are.

You go to the bathroom only to find that "cute" guy walking out of the shower.

So you leave as fast as possible.

On your way home you go through the photo evidence of the previous night.

And then find receipts of drunken purchases.

At this point your dignity is gone so you just throw them all out and delete the photos; if there's no proof, it didn't happen.

You finally make it back to your place and curl up in bed only to be woken up by your alarm for your first class of the day (and you don't end up with Mark Ruffalo).