It is in the winter time I have found dissatisfaction with party life. It's too cold for pleasant and audible conversation outside, as everyone is crammed into a small space. I relayed this sentiment to Gab and Kira after Saturday's super party, and they seem accepting to the idea of generally leaving earlier than most. Too many drunks, too much straight Philly tap. At least I'm really hydrated all the time.
Next week, I've been invited to an 80's Party at a frat. Of course, I'll go for the novelty and experience of having been to a frat, but I have no interest in drinking or especially talking to frat guys.
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