Okay so, my friend Peter contacted
me earlier in the week and asked if I wanted to go to Union Bash with him and
another couple friends and get drunk. Union Bash is an event that Buff State
hosts during Homecoming and Family Weekend and so I was like okay sure! So last
night rolls around and I was in class all day and earlier in one of my classes
I had a friend of mine who lives on campus text me and she was like “let’s go
to Union Bash.” So I filled her in on everything and we talked of how it would
be “lame.” I had class until seven last night and the event started at eight.
Peter texted me and asked what the plan was and I told him I was headed to my
friend, Alicia’s dorm. So he headed there as well. Apparently he was coming
alone as the other two friends didn't want to go. After he got lost and found
his way to her building we all just hung out in her room with her three
roommates and “shot the shit.” This is where the drinking began.
As the alcohol
is setting in we three finally simply decided to head to Union Bash,
fashionably late. We got to the Union around 9:00 and stayed until about 9:15.
We had said it was “lame-sauce,” which it totally was. In theory it was cool,
with an inflatable obstacle course, mechanical “chicken wing,” (because of
where we go to school of course) psychics, caricatures, and food. We stood in
line for a photo booth and as people cut in line in front of us, Alicia finally
broke down and said, let’s go to Bottoms Up which is a nightclub in the
downtown Buffalo nightlife district. Alicia had a fake I.D. and Peter, who
would be 21 in a month, and I, who would be 21 in 3 months, did not. Then she
informed us that she and her roommates went every week and that Thursday nights
are 18+. With this new goal in mind we set off towards Alicia’s dorm again.
We
got ready for the club in her room with the one roommate who decided to
accompany us. Or rather, the girls got ready. Peter had on moccasins and I had
on sweatpants. Total club wear yeah? Anyway taking a gamble and hoping they
would let us in, despite looking like crap, we called a taxi. The taxi came
almost an hour and a half late, finally arriving at 12:30 a.m. Katie, the
roommate from Long Island, was fuming. Her accent was coming out thick and she
kept on saying “no tip, no tip!” Anyways, in waiting for the taxi the alcohol
kept on pouring itself into our cups and shot glasses.
We finally arrived at
the club and see directly behind us three guys that Peter, Alicia, and I went
to high school with. It was then that Peter saw some guy smoking on the street
asked me for a dollar and gave the guy the dollar to buy us two cigarettes. I
am not a smoker, I promise; but if I’m drunk, that’s another story. I think it was a little bit of a shock to see
me smoking to my old colleagues because I did a very good job of hiding my
“extracurricular habits” back-in-the-day. I portrayed myself as a goody two
shoes. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am and was a good kid, but I just had a
separate partying motive. I've grown up since then and last night was totally
the first time since the semester began that I had even taken a sip of alcohol.
That’s all beside the point.
After waiting in the longest line ever, we pushed
and shoved our way up to the bouncers who charged us an extra five dollar cover
charge for whatever reason, and made it into the overcrowded club. Music
blaring, good DJ, people’s good energy everywhere, I was in my element.
Initially however, we decided to stay together as a group and pushed our way to
the back together, where the bathrooms were. There was also the outside bar,
which Peter and I gravitated towards. After doing generic club things,
(dancing, looking important, flirting, laughing, etc.) Alicia finds me and says
to me, “I’m going to Dan’s with his roommates.” Dan is Alicia’s boyfriend.
Here’s the thing though: I LEFT MY PHONE AND MY CAR KEYS IN HER LOCKED ROOM. So
as she hopping the fence and jumping into the cab this simple fact was hitting
me and I screamed after her to no avail. Remembering that her roommate was
still in the club, we just thought she would be able to let us in their building
and give me my stuff. We couldn't find Katie and then decided to hang around
the club for a few more minutes before heading out.
Then on this very cold fall
night in which I’m in a semi long sleeve tee shirt, and Peter is in a
legitimate tee shirt, we have the bright idea to walk back to campus to save
money on a taxi. The thing is, there is a very dangerous part of the city of
Buffalo that we would have to walk through to get back. Luckily we knew where
we were going after walking for close to fifteen minutes. Then about an hour
later after stopping for 2 a.m. pizza, Peter and I walked past a bar and who do
we see waving to us drunkenly? Katie the missing roommate. Bars close at 4 in
Buffalo and so we just decided to wait for her back in her building.
After
finally making it back to school, we couldn't get into the dorm building as it
is locked to all non-residents. So after knocking for five minutes and the desk
attendant not responding, (she was asleep) this girl gets dropped off by her
friends. This girl lives here, but of course she doesn't have her phone or her
keys on her, why would she? That was the running theme last night apparently.
After about two minutes, a girl in an over-sized tie-dye hoodie walked past the
door and the girl with us started jumping up and down and screamed “that’s my
roommate!” Following that, the tie-dye girl let us in, and so Peter and I took
the elevator up to the fifth floor where Alicia lives.
At this point it had to
be 3:30 a.m. Instead of knocking on the door and facing the wrath of the two
roommates still left in the room, we decided to sit outside and wait for either
Katie or Alicia. In our state of mind we never thought that both girls would
end up sleeping over their boyfriends houses. Minutes turned into hours and we
ended up falling asleep in the common room on the couches. Finally Peter said:
“Let’s go home. Come on we’ll figure out how to get your stuff tomorrow.” So
Peter drove me home as I fell in and out of consciences. When I finally made it
home, he said to me “Let’s do this again next week.” To this I started laughing
and said “yeah, sure.”
I woke up this morning with my contacts stuck to my eyes and they felt like burning holes of fire in my skull; and I typed the first half of this on my mother’s laptop because of course mine was still at Alicia’s dorm. At the end of the day, which ironically is now, I loved every minute of last night. It was quite the experience, and I’m happy to have been able to share it with you. I’m all about those crazy random moments that collect together to become this adventure we call life. I would like to share these adventures with people or even just post them here for myself. Stay Tuned!
