Should I stay or Should I go

You should definitely fucking go.

Really that's all I should have to say, but for all of you indecisive faux adults out there who think "college was fun but it's over and I'm looking forward to a really relaxing weekend here in the Chi" please allow me the next thousand words to convince you.

First of all you are not an adult. Yes you have a degree and a job, you also have your parents cosign on your lease, you are unmarried no kids and you won't be for much longer. What are you going to prove by staying home this weekend? How mature you have become in the 22 months since you graduated? Do you think staying home this weekend will make people forget about the 12 guys you slept with senior year or the gallons of vodka you would chug straight from the bottle before passing out and puking yourself on the front lawn? Get over yourself. If you want to go rage your face off for a weekend, just do it. Don't worry about what people will think of you, fuck them. Who decided that 2 years out you can't behave like a child anymore? Everyone has an excuse, I would love to go but...but what? But you have developed a rare form of cancer and have 48 hours left to live? We should all be so lucky to go out with a bang race day morning? You're out of money? Last time I checked drinks at Kilroys were about...free. 5 dollar beers at State on a Monday night? 5 dollars will get you a 64 ounce drink full of 8 shots pretty much anywhere in Bloomington. Go lift up the floor mats in your car, you can find like half of that, go find your roommates "adderall straws" that's like 4 drinks at Bluebird.

You'll be too hungover at work Monday morning. Monday will suck, Tuesday won't be fun either. Come Friday though, you get to lay around and be a bum all weekend while your parents cook and clean for you and shower you in Easter presents. (If you don't still get an Easter basket you need to tell your guardians to step their fucking game up)

But enough of your excuses, I want you to close your eyes and imagine race day your senior year. You were probably wearing an obnoxious shirt hanging out at a frat receiving constant beer showers. Earlier in that week you tied 6 double decker boats together and walked a fine line between maximizing BAC and staying afloat. You probably did backflips off the top and came within 4 inches of Greg Louganising your head on the pontoon, but you didn't care because you were having the time of your life. You invented stupid drinking games on the spot, you filled supersoakers with vodka, you wore plastic risky business shades, you chanted "fuck the cutters" you spent 12 hours straight at Kilroys dressed as a raging douchebag.

Check your closet I'm sure you still have a pair of sperrys and an old frat tee. Girls you probably have the fanny pack from that 80's party on the Tuesday of Lil 5 08. They're waiting for you. Monday is going to suck whether or not you are hungover (until 8 pm at least when an all new Gossip Girl premiers) won't it be a little bit better if you can cling to the madness of your previous 48 hours. Isn't that 4 hour drive south on 65 going to be loaded with anticipation? Are you going to tweet when you are at the College exit and go straight to Kilroys with no idea about sleeping arrangements? Has it ever stopped you before?

Look the weather is going to be shitty, the weather was shitty at DMB in 06 too, but it fucking killed. This weekend is going to be one of your last chances to go to Bloomington and be completely irresponsible, sure you can go to homecoming next year, and maybe even force little 5 next year if you have a younger sibling. But I am telling you, this is our last stand as youth. This is the last time it will be socially acceptable to sleep on a bench in chapter or with a random on Foster Jenk 3. Do you want to be the one sitting around for the next 6 months hearing about how much you missed out on? Or do you want to be the one telling the stories. Maybe you will make a memory this weekend that you will never forget the rest of your life. But you will never know if you don't go for it.

It's Thursday almost lunchtime, just an average Thursday in the real world. Start an email chain, make your afternoon exciting. Put it out there, who's driving, who's coming, where are we going first, where are we passing out. I assure you the day will fly by. Call in sick tomorrow and come on down. I'll be there...who's coming with me.