What Friday Nights Are Actually Like

It’s Friday night and you know what that means: CRUNK TIME.

So you pull out your most sensibly slutty outfit, put on some makeup, throw back a few shots of Rubi and prepare yourself for a night of debauchery

.

And you look damn good. Like Beyonce good

.

Well maybe  it’s more like Solange good, but either way you look HOT.

But then  you check your phone and  realize it’s almost midnight and you haven’t even left.

Because your bitch of a roommate can’t decide whether or not she should straighten her hair for the occasion.

And when your roommate is finally ready to leave she acts like you’re the reason you’re running late.

So when you finally pull up to the party you’re expecting it to be like this

:

And instead it’s more like this:

And instead of the guys being like this:

They’re actually like this

Everyone is playing Beer Pong, the room smells like weed and freshmen girls are throwing themselves all over the upperclassmen (or throwing up in the bathroom).

And to all of those freshmen:

He’s not Romeo. But is he going to take you somewhere you can be alone. SO HE CAN GIVE YOU CRABS.

And apart from the annoying bros and needy freshmen, there’s not even any alcohol left.

So you text your other friend asking about other parties you could hit up.

Except they’re all so far away and you’re too lazy to walk

Or the police have already broken them  up.

.

And your roommate is already complaining about how her feet are killing her.

So you decide to head home early. And on your way home you see all of the drunk biddies, stumbling down the street, YOLO-ing, and you’re stuck there with your roommate who won’t shut up about how lame your night was.

So you do what any sensible college student would do: crawl into bed to watch Mean Girls on Netflix.

But WAIT.

Netflix is instant streaming Mean Girls 2 not Mean Girls which is the only thing more unforgivable than the movie adaptation of “Mamma Mia”.

So you just decide to cry

.

And eat your weight in ice cream.

And hope that Saturday night will be more like this.

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