We’ve All Been There: Reunited And It Feels So…Repetitive

Your bags are unpacked, your Harry Potter poster is hanging over your bed, and you’re celebrating your first night back on campus with some Jeremiah Weed Sweet Tea Vodka drinks and the new roommates.

Ahhhh. How good it feels to be back.

There are tons of impromptu house parties happening all over campus. You and the roommates decide to party hop so you slip into something white (to show off your tan) yet casual (you don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard), pair it with some Havaianas (but which color?!) and hit the town stumbling.

Besides your roommates and the random road trip you took with some friends mid-summer (when you couldn’t handle your mother’s nagging about unpacking your suitcases any longer), you haven’t seen anyone since last semester. When you were pulling your hair out at the library at 3am trying to churn out that last paper before sweet, sweet freedom.

Let’s just say, it wasn’t your finest moment.

But that’s all changed and you wanna show. it. off; you’re more tan, more toned and more experienced (that summer fling taught you a few things). Most of all, though, you’re just really excited to be back and see everyone.

You mosey up to the first party and it goes something like this:

[Loud, shrieking screams]
Girls come running.
“OhMyGod OhMyGod OhMyGod!! HOW ARE YOU!?”
You are swooped up in a group hug. Someone behind you spills beer down your back.

“Hey! I’m good! How was your summer? When did you get back? How’s the boy? Any cute boys here?  Where’s the keg? We should totally do lunch this week!”

You stand in a circle with the girls for a bit, drinking, catching up. Soon more people pour into the party. And it goes something like this:

[Screams]
Girls come running.
“OhMyGod OhMyGod OhMyGod!! HOW ARE YOU!? You look so skinny!” You are swooped up in a group hug. This time, though, someone drops cigarette ash on your arm.

“Hey! I’m good! How was your summer?
When did you get back?
How’s the boy?
Where are you living?
Oh, totally. We should totally do lunch.”

After 4 more reunions just like this, your roommates decide they’ve had enough of this little soiree and want to move onto the next one. You’ve got tons more people to see, after all.

You say your goodbyes (“Yes, lunch, def.”), and walk to the next party. Drunk.
And it goes something like this:

[Piercing Screams]
Girls come running. One falls.
“OhMyGod OhMyGod OhMyGod!! HOW ARE YOU!? You look so skinny! OMG let me get you a drink.” You are swooped up in a sloppy group hug. And dragged to the ground.

Laughing, you run through the obligatory questions (Summer job? Where you living? What classes are you taking?), and then quickly move into drunken expressions of love.

“Uggggh I missed you so much this summer,” your Econ 101 friend exclaims. She looks over at random guy by the keg. “I love this girl. Look at her tan. And those skinny arms! Where’s the rest of you? When are we gonna hang out. I miss yooooou.”

The rest of the night looks the same. Lots of hugs. Lots of love. By the time you are home (covered in beer with dirty, dirty feet), you’ve got lunch dates with 12 people and dinner plans with 18 more. Only half of which you actually plan on attending.

Yeah, we’ve all been there. Well, minus the Jeremiah Weed part. Where was that stuff last year!?