Going Downtown for The First Time

A friend met up with me after I helped out with the department of Psychology graduation on Friday, May 8th. I was a junior marshal. My friend, Aicha, said that she was going to celebrate her 21st birthday party  tomorrow (Saturday night). I told her that I would come to celebrate with her and her friends. Side note, I really that she was older because of the way she partied when we were in France a few months back. Anyway, she “snapchatted” me what apartment complex she was living in and the plans for that night. From 10-12 pm, the guests would play/chat/drink at the apartment. Once midnight struck, we would go downtown using Uber and bar hop.

You have to understand that I have NEVER been downtown before. Me being the introvert that I am, being in crowded places and going to social events that deal with a lot of people drains my “social battery” quickly. Lucky I was with another person named Megan, who understood the feeling I was going through. Just thinking about being in a cramped place (mostly) gave me anxiety and something I was not looking forward too. Megan and I met once before at a French minor/major soiree a couple of weeks prior.

Anyway, I chatted with a couple of people at Aicha’s apartment as more guest was coming to her place to celebrate her becoming legal. As midnight was approaching, Aicha asked me if I wanted to go out with them. Oh boy, here comes my indecisive brain making choices. I told her that was not entirely sure if I wanted to go out. Downtown wasn’t my type of scenery. Regardless of what my decision was, she thanked me for coming out. 

After a few minutes of arguing back and forth in my head, I finally decided to go downtown with my friend and her crew. When we arrived downtown, I did not realize that I would need to cash with me. Reminder: Partying and going downtown are not my typical scenery on a Saturday evening. We get to the first club called Still Life. They told us that it would be five dollars to get in the club or any club downtown for that matter. 

Rant: I know some people who go downtown or party every weekend, especially being in college. I know I cannot afford to go clubbing like some partygoers. Spending five dollars will add up, plus whatever you spend on food and drinks. I repeat, I couldn’t do it or afford it. 

They told us to get in the VIP line but it was to do so since you needed a card. So Megan and I went to a bar down the road. I did not like this bar, it was too crowded and you had to bump people in order to move around.  We each got one drink and waited for the rest of the party to get out of the Still Life. At least 10 minutes went by when they texted us that they were leaving.

Megan and I waited on the curb and I tipsy and drunk college students. Some wobbling and some have people assisting them to walk. At this point, I was already to go home because my battery was beeping and telling me that I did to recharge and go to bed. I wanted something to eat as well but I left my car at Aisha’s apartment complex.

Long story short, we went to one more bar before Aicha went home early because she felt nauseated. Megan and I took a Lyft back and I dropped her to her place. And I was finally able to get some to snack on before going to bed.