on a friday

My initial thought was 'drinking on a Thursday night? I have class in the morning...' Then I remember that this is college and there is a party everyday and that it's always a good time to drink so I ignored the part of my brain that was saying 'just stay in and watch Gilligan's Island' and agreed to go out.

The people on my floor may be really loud and obnoxious when I'm trying to read or silently watch porn but they're not that bad. Even though they didn't know me, they still were cool with drunkenly slamming on my door and asking me to come party with them.

It was like every other college town party Iv ever been to. A small cramped basement, uneven and cracked concrete floor, rafters that skimmed the top of my head, the smell of spilled beer and cigarettes seeping into my clothes. $5 for a cup that has no bottom. Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling and a beer-pong table surrounded my loud drunks. College...
I could have gone to the club, I was supposed to go to the club, I should have went to the club... From what I hear I missed out by not going and today I'm kind of kicking myself for it.