Girl and City

To celebrate the last day of class, The Business School kids planned a giant party to spend the rest of our “social budget.” Since it is The Business School’s tradition to host a weekly party with a pre-drink at someone’s house, this was to be no exception.

The plan was as usual: joint pre-drink with two other classes at someone’s house and then a limo would take us to the club. I really wasn’t in the mood, but it was our last hurrah as a class and I knew I would regret it if I didn’t go. So I went, knowing that I would be either bored out of mind or drunk out of my mind. Or both.
As soon as I arrived, NB started sticking sake shots in my hand. I guess it was going to be the latter. Not that I minded – I didn’t have much to say to the people there, and I definitely prefer being awkward drunk rather than sober. DEB came over to give me a hug as soon as he saw me. It almost made me think the night would be an opportunity for us to hang out again (since Boston, I haven’t talked to him much at all), but then I thought: What’s the point? It’s too much work to keep his attention when he’s trying to flirt with any skirt that walks by.
The Asians mostly hung out together, and we quickly finished the sake. NB and I, as well as another girl (let’s call her CBA) got drunk first. The limos to the club came and went – most people preferred to stick around and turn the pre-drink into a full-out house party (like every other time – and like every other time, the cops eventually showed up). As a drunk, I adamantly wanted to leave the party and go karaoke instead, but as I sobered up, I realized what I really wanted was just to leave the party.
As much as I love my classmates, they’re still classmates. They’re not friends. I didn’t have much to say to them and I didn’t enjoy hanging out with them nearly as much as I should have. It was depressing to realize this sobering truth at our last party.
So I continued to drink.

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