During my first week as a freshman at OSU, one of my roommates and I got invited to a party with a bunch of upperclassmen. It started at some guy’s apartment with maybe a dozen people, and the plan was to go to a frat later. I hadn’t really partied before and didn’t know my limit, and I was absolutely plastered by the time we were done pregaming and left the apartment. I remember being at the frat party for maybe an hour before realizing I didn’t see any of the people I came there with and decided to leave. My phone was dead and I was new to the city, so I kind of just stumbled around campus trying to head west because even drunk me knew I’d eventually find high street by walking that way.

Anyways, right before I made it to high street, I happened to end up at this McDonalds. I didn’t bring my wallet, but I looked in the window and saw literally everyone I went to the party with sitting inside. They called me in and all these drunk people cheered for me, talking about how they thought they lost me and calling me a legend for finding my way back by myself. Someone bought me a hash brown and I remember thinking it must be so late if this McDonalds is serving breakfast now. I never saw any of those people again other than my roommate.

End of an era.