Every year on the first Saturday of March, people flood into Hoboken wearing as much green as humanly possible for St. Patricks Day festivities. Before 2011, the city put on a parade that attracted everyone from every age group, but like many good things, drunken idiots ruined it and the parade was cancelled with no sign of return. Regardless of the parade being non-existant, people still come for one reason and one reason only- to drink and pretend they’re in college again. Naturally, I invited all of my friends and stocked up on green accessories and planned to partake in the madness.
A few of my friends from college came, my brother, friends from Belmar, and friends from the city… I think in total there were about 15 people over! We all met at my apartment, which happened to be in the middle of all of the commotion that was going on in downtown Hoboken. The streets were flooded with people, bars that never have cover charges were asking for $30 a person just to get in, and asking double the price they normally charge for beers. We started off drinking mimosas at my place, then we went to McSwiggans, our favorite bar on First Street. After realizing $10 beers would slowly but surely drain our starting salary bank accounts, we went to a friends house party which was a lot of fun.
We were all together in the beginning of the day, but slowly dispersed from each other as the day went on. When some people wanted to go to another bar, some wanted to get pizza, while others wanted to go to a house party, and other wanted (or needed) to go back to my apartment to sleep. By 7pm, we were all back at my place devouring chinese food and reminiscing on the day.
The weekend was a perfect combination of fun and chaotic… and I think it was exactly what I needed for a number of reasons.
Recently, I’ve been missing college more and more and find myself reminiscing on crazy weekends with my friends, finally coming to terms with the fact that it’s a thing of the past. Sure, we can all get together and have fun- but it will never be the same. I won’t even lie and say it’s not upsetting – it is. As cliche as it sounds, college was the best four years of my life and I’m kind of sad it’s over. I’m upset but I know I have to accept it… and this weekend helped me in doing so. I realized I am growing up and growing out of my “partying” ways. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great day and will never forget it- but I was DEAD the next day… seriously like on bedrest. Last year, I would have been able to wake up and do it all over again.
Days like that weren’t rare in college, but I’m okay with them being rare at this point in my life… ya know, since I’m growing up and all that junk 😉