Fresher's First Night

As I have mentioned before, this is Fresher's week where all the freshman move in and the place becomes a zoo. Last night was supposed to be the big party night welcoming everyone to the town. It was a total bust! The weather was awful and the boys were beyond annoying (when you're sober). We started the night out by watching the Inbetweeners season premier and started shots. It was fun and was turning into a good night. Well the boys started making their rounds and decided to hang out in our place. I HATE when drunk people want to hang out where ever I live because I am always so worried about breaking things. After a half hour or so, the party moved into another apartment. Well unfortunately they only wanted the 4 girls to go because it was a GIANT sausage fest in the other apartment.

Walked in and immediately I realized I was not with the program as everyone else was. Drinks were all over the place and people were running around being stupid. It was like being a freshman all over again! Not fun. Well we all stood around for a few hours trying to make plans to go into town, fail. It was down pouring and the boys were being ridiculous. I couldn't tell which ones were 17 and which ones were 22. Everyone wanted our cab and unfortunately we got stuck with the drunkest Irish boy of them all. Fail.

Got into town and everything was chaos. People running around, everyone is wet, we lost all our friends, stupid boy couldn't make up his damn mind, utterly miserable. We decided to try a club but once you get in the line there is no turning back. You are gated in and if you want to leave you have to fight your way back through the line or wait in the rain till you get to the front of the line. We were getting pushed and stepped on and hugged and touched by all these randoms. I was starting to get claustrophobic and decided to bail. Everyone came and we got some food and then decided to call it a night and go home.

OK so Dear Drunk Irish Boys,

I do NOT appreciate being called a loser or a mean person because I want to go home. The night sucked and you fail as fun drunk people. I also appreciate not being stepped on or asked why my face is "twisted and not fun." Clearly my life does not revolve around being shitfaced 24/7 and trying to get with anything that moves. I also do not like drinking during the week, we Americans prefer the weekend when you do not have classes then next day.