They've done a remarkable job of holding out. No one's mentioned it yet, even though they're all thinking it. Everywhere across the campus, suites and floors have hung around, knocking on each others' doors, just to, you know, check in, see how things are going, and oh do you know of anything going on tonight I want to go out and please not you-know-where.
It's the elephant in the room. No matter when their last of going out actually was, almost every single one of these nights ended in broken dreams and a trip to 1020. 1020—we go by our address because we're too lazy to have a name. You're here because you're too lazy to go downtown. 1020—the default bar. 1020—look! We have pool! 1020—have your IDs out and leave your dignity outside.
But there has to—has to!—be a better way.
