walking down mill ave past midnight, giggling in pain with our stomachs filled with pasta. talking to random strangers. carrying each other on our backs, falling purses, money cards ids everywhere. giggling on the floor insanely. "drunk dialing" people even though we were sober. running past bars and talking with random hot security bouncers. finally stepping into one placing ourselves in the corner smoking out strawberry daiquiri. dancing to shop boys. sexy physical flirting w/ random hotties in the next table. sexy accents. sloppy kissing pictures taken. flashes too bright, drinks flying everywhere. numbers exchanged. clothes pulled on. clothes missing. . clothes found. more dancing. beer offered. offer rejected. designated driver required. saying bye. polite kisses with le french/italian boys. walking barefoot. giggling. back to dorms. crash.

i say, party while you're young and crazy.