So let me tell you about the night that me and my best bud got lost in the middle of New Brunswick at 3 am. It all started with our friend from another school surprising us for the weekend. You see, me and my 2 friends are on the club basketball team here at Rutgers, we don't play because we suck, but when it comes to mixers we're in there like swimwear. This is where the night takes a turn for the worst. After an elaborate pre-game at my friend Cody's apartment that included copious amounts of alcohol consumption, we left for the mixer. At this point, I had no clue that I would eventually end up lost in the middle of the city at 3 am.
Anyway, we get to the party around 10:30 pm and it is only the guys. We were patiently waiting for the girls club lacrosse team to enter the premises. All off a sudden, our social chair got the text.. they have arrived!!! The entire basketball team went bonkers, I mean we seriously were scary with how excited we got. Honestly, you think of cave men discovering fire, you think of that.
This party was awesome, we had a great DJ, everyone was dancing around and enjoying themselves. All my friends were hooking up with lax chicks, I was destroying noobs in pong like it was the US in the last olympics. However, all great things must come to an end. As the party was winding down, my best friend Mike left with some girl to her house. Im thinking wonderful this man is stepping up in life, WRONG. This kid left his phone at the party, don't ask me how you can lose your phone at a party and not realize, but he did.
It's around 2;30 am now and I look like spongebob delivering the crusty crab pizza, searching for my friend. His phone in hand, and wearing nothing but a skimpy cut-off tee with short shorts, high socks, and a head band. If the look wasn't bad enough for people to laugh, the fact it was about 20 degrees out that night was. After about 30 minutes of searching and coming up with nothing, I found a clue like national treasure... His headband on a porch of a house. I swear I felts like Nicholas Cage in that moment.
Eventually he would come out and we would begin our dreadful walk home. However we got lost for an hour, hoped 3 fences, got poison ivy, attempted to hitchhike home (highly do not recommend in the middle of New Brunswick. Long story short, we made it home. The journey felt like the scene from Day after Tomorrow when they were traveling through the massive storm, it was that cold and we were not clothed properly.
Moral of the story, don't go looking for your friend when they are in need of help. Do not attempt to discover treasure like Nicholas Cage, cause all it leads to is a slight case of hypothermia, poison ivy, and a shit in your pants for how scared you were in the middle of New Brunswick. Oh to cap this story off, the next day Kennth Cop of rutgers emailed us saying there was a shooting of some sort, on the same street we were on at the same time!!!!!! We could have been toast, for real.
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