Everyone knows that Thursday night is the best night of the week and that it isn’t really Thursday night without a trip to Michiana’s hottest night club, Feve. No one understands the bittersweet struggle of Club Fever better than the Queen of the Smize, Miss Tyra Banks.
Thursday rolls around and you’re sitting through classes waiting for the highlight of your week
You finally get back to your dorm, ready to #rage
When your “friend” says she doesn’t want to go out because she’s “tired,” you’re all
But you finally convince her to come out
And start trying to decide what to wear
When you and your girls are done getting ready, you all look #feverlicious
So you start to pregame and jam to Blank Space
Got a long list of ex-lovers, and they’re all gonna be at feveee
But it’s getting late so you take that final shot
And your friend asks how many you’ve taken
#yolo?
So you head to main circle to get a cab like
By the time you finally get to Michiana’s hottest nightclub the line is long and it’s freezing
After what feels like years, you finally make it to the front of the line
#blessed
So you walk inside and give your coat to coat check
Then make a beeline for the bar and try to get the bartender’s attention like
But you really look like
When you finally get your drink you look at the people still waiting like #peasants
Then you see the guy from your freshman year Theology class that you’re in love with and you try to say hi
That could have gone better
But you ~shake it off~ because you’re really feeling this music
When a middle aged townie with no teeth tries to hit on you and your friends
You head to basement bar and fall down the stairs, but no worries, you play it cool
And of course you decide it’s time for another tequila shot
#nochaser
And head to the cage
You know your dance moves are on point
But then you see your friend leaving with her asshole ex-boyfriend
And as the night comes to a close, you decide you NEED pizza so you head to Vesuvio’s
Nothing ever tasted so good <3
The next thing you know you’re waking up on Friday morning like
And then you remember falling down the stairs
And you check your text messages
8 “wherrr r yuiuuuu??” texts to your hookup **throws phone out of loft**
You swear you’ll never go to feve again, but you know you’re lying to yourself
Because you only college once and #norahgrets