Another Friday night. It's approximately 6:25 p.m. and, surprise surprise, I don't know what I'm going to do.
My friend is coming in about two hours. She's visiting from that crazy land of big state schools where weekdays don't even get their own drinking−related nickname because getting wasted on Wednesday just isn't that big of a deal.
It took a lot of begging and pleading to get her to make the trek out east, so I'm counting on Tufts to represent in the best way it can.
But silly me, because I'm a freshman and it's Friday night.
My current conundrum would surely please my mother. In my mind she is already telling me to break out the board games and brainstorm some killer Charades clues. Now, I love a good round of Taboo more than probably anyone you've ever met, but tonight is not the night for that.
A visiting friend calls for dance parties of epic proportions and nothing less.
Well, you know what this means: it's time for Ask Your Hallmates What to Do Tonight!
Question: If you have no plans for a Friday night, what do you do? Let's see what they have to say!
"Go out?"
"‘Call of Duty.'"
"Drunk COD."
"Oh yeah, I meant drunk ‘Call of Duty.'"
"Usually I walk around, you know? Or keep working on my apocalypse preparedness plan."
"I would watch a television show on my computer and then if I run out of current shows I'll continue watching ‘That '70s Show' (1998−2006) on YouTube."
"I can't say that type of stuff."
"Go out and get bombed."
"Play video games."
"Go on Internet [sic]."
"Well, I have a backpack full of [incomprehensible]."
"Hmm. Usually ask my friends what they're doing?"
"Watch a marathon of old TV shows."
"Kings."
"Go to a movie."
"I sleep early."
"I don't know now, but ask me in like four hours what happened to me."
"I'm going to Haskell."
Thank goodness for friends. With this wealth of advice, I'm sure I'll find something worthwhile to do. I suppose that by the time you read this, Friday night will be nothing more than a fond memory.
To end on an uplifting note, I've learned that the company you're with can be more valuable than an expensive speaker set and a neat flashing light setup.
I've had my fair share of weekend nights spent lounging in the common room way before Moe's departs from Packard. But that's all right.
Who says getting shushed by an RA for excessive laughter past quiet hours can't be the mark of a successful night? My friend can get her dance party anytime.
I'm going to give her a taste of the real Tufts experience.
I hope my friend likes "Call of Duty."
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