Is it the influences like Jersey shore, Geordie Shore and other reality T.V shows that encourage us to go out and turn the once just “sociable drink” into a weekend of monstrosities, that we later hope to forget, but can’t, Facebook won’t let us.
These days, student life comes with a certain stigma attached. For some it means moving out of the family home and starting life as an independent adolescent, for others it’s an opportunity to party and live it up, with an education on the side.
A majority of students have woken up with that unsettling hangover feeling, all with the same familiar question, “what happened last night?”
So you log onto Facebook, the dreaded moment of signing in, browsing through the tagged pictures, there you are busting it down on the dance floor, all the old-school moves that should never be allowed to leave your house were definitely unleashed last night! The shame.
After a night of downing too many double vodkas comes the next move, rounding up your crew , you struggle your way to the nearest fast food restaurant, this “two” minute walk takes a good 45 minutes between all the pee stops and trying to get that friend to stop telling everyone she meets how much she ‘actually does love them‘. When you finally arrive to the dodge chip shop you fight your way through the crowd straight to the top of the queue, although, eating when you’re drunk is never an attractive trait.
Finally your taxi arrives and you’re on your way home.
Although messy, the night will definitely be repeated next weekend, after all only the will of a student could glorify and normalise our excessive levels of drinking as banter.
Graceface 