With a weekend full of momentous events and drunken sexcapades, it's kind of tough to remember each and every detail. For the many students that dare to go out on a Thursday night and drink their weekly stress away, there is always plenty to do.
Even though you have a quiz in a communication class Friday morning at 9 a.m., you decide to throw your inhabitations to the Captain Morgan bottle. Pre-gaming immediately after your Thursday night class is essential, at least in my personal experience: one shot for every 50-minute class and two shots for every hour and 20-minute class you had to sit through for the week.
I was not one of the students who stayed in Thursday night to relax, study, or just chill with the boys. Dressed to impress and seven shots deep, my friends and I gathered into the $17 cab on our way to Main Street, unaware of what the night had in store for us.
Since there were no planned parties we knew of and we could not just walk into a random fraternity party uninvited (without a bare-fisted brawl), the move was clear. We went straight to UB's hotspot, The Steer.
Waiting in line to get into a bar is always an adventure. I overheard girls voicing their honest opinions about their significant others, or how they plan on throwing up tonight despite their severe onset of acid reflux.
Thursday night, I heard this gem: "I'm having sex tonight despite my period."
I walk into The Steer with my friends where I immediately notice the mood is very different, especially from what I am used to. Not only was the girl-to-guy ratio nothing short of terrible, but the loud shouts from the pool table were overshadowed by the awful pop music being played.
I don't know about you, but when I'm drunk at a bar I just want to grind up on girls' rocking yoga pants or booty shorts. I'm not in the mood to sit down, sip a beer, and listen to Carly Rae Jepsen asking me to call her. Maybe.
With that being said, if I hear Avicii's Levels one more time, I'm going to level myself in the face.
Some celebrities decided to grace us with their presence Thursday night as well. Four members of the UB basketball team were at The Steer including senior and NBA-hopeful Mitchell Watt. Yes, I took a shot with him and felt like a college athlete for a few minutes.
If you managed to walk past the pool table you probably found that short girl owning the competition and running the table, as she does on a nightly basis. Her uncanny ability to put the pool ball in the holes with her long stick usually draws a small crowd.
And yes, you guessed it, your TA from class does not have a twin, he just has a side job as a bouncer at The Steer. It's ironic that he makes sure that students don't cheat on their exams during the day, but witnesses many students cheat on their significant others at night.
On Friday night, I heard the Bar Crawl happened. Too bad I blacked out before I could actually go and share all the gossip with you. People are now probably gossiping about me. I did, however, participate in my own crawl to the bathroom toilet where I profusely shared my Panera Bread dinner with the porcelain throne.
Saturday was basically a repeat of Thursday night's activities, just to more of an extreme. The line for The Steer was out the door and down the sidewalk. The crowd was a mix of locals, guidos, desperate chicks, band nerds, bronzer queens, and almost every other stereotype you can think of.
The grotesque scent of puke spread throughout the entire bar due to a vomit-filled girl's bathroom. It was so crowded, I could not take three steps without stepping on some babe's high heels or some dude's Sperry's. The worst part of the night - and I think many would agree - was when my bladder filled to capacity, and I made the treacherous journey to the little boy's room.
In my travels, I had to circumnavigate some guy in white skinny jeans grinding and throwing some girl around like something out of a Madonna music video. The kid was about three or four thrusts away from having sexual intercourse on the dance floor and it was not a pleasant sight, to say the least.
The crowd did appear more formal than usual, probably because most people came straight from Gala. To top off the extravagant events throughout the night, a fight occurred which resulted in both parties being immediately escorted (or thrown) out the door. It's always shocking and seemingly comical to see small guys talk a large game, establishing "beer muscles" over the course of the night.
Yes, this past weekend was an eventful one. I think it's fair to say that this campus is filled with many distinct characters and no matter where you are at night you are bound to see something worth speaking of Sunday morning - if you make it that far.
Keep in mind, if you do anything really crazy next weekend, you might be reading about yourself next week. And remember, if it's often negative and spreading rapidly, it's not necessarily a sexually transmitted disease - it could just be gossip.
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