Partly Cloudy, 64°
Come on come on come onnnnn, let's just go to the party already. Are you ready? Then who are we waiting for? EMILYYYYYY come on already, your hair looks fine. We gotta go!
Point: Ugh, When Are We Gonna Go to This Party?
by Hallie Cantor at 11:15PM
No, we don't need to pregame anymore. You just went into the kitchen to get a napkin to clean this wine out of the carpet and came back with a carton of eggs. You're drunk enough. And they'll have drinks there. Let's just go.
I want to dance, I want to live life, and I want to flirt with the guy from Embryology who liked my Facebook status that one time! We are young! The world is our oyster! This is probably the most attractive I'll ever be, and I need to validate it by getting drunk enough to rub myself against other drunk people! Let's go!
Let's go let's go let's go!
Counterpoint: Ugh, When Are We Gonna Leave This Party
by Hallie Cantor at 11:28PM
Are you ready to go? This party kind of sucks. I feel like I don't know anyone here. I said I FEEL LIKE I DON'T KNOW ANYONE HERE. THE MUSIC IS TOO LOUD! HOLD ON, COME INTO THE KITCHEN WITH ME SO YOU CAN HEAR ME -
- That's better. Shit, it's crowded in here. And everything is sticky. I just squeezed myself through a steamroller-density crush of sweaty, drunk strangers to get to the keg and it's tapped. Where are you? I can't see anything! My glasses keep fogging up! Why did I wear glasses to a party? Let's go back in the other room!
JESUS, IT'S LOUDER THAN BEFORE. WHY ARE THEY PLAYING THE SAME LADY GAGA SONG OVER AND OVER? ARE YOU READY TO GO? WHERE'S EMILY? OH THERE SHE IS, MAKING OUT WITH THE GUY FROM EMBRYOLOGY WHO LIKED MY FACEBOOK STATUS THAT ONE TIME. WANT TO GO TO NICE SLICE?
