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I’m a real homebody, so actually wanting to go out and party only happens every once in a while. Usually I just like to chill and smoke a joint, but when your homegirl hits you up with that “we going out” text, then sis you’re going out. I feel like getting ready to go out is better than the function itself sometimes because…. By Mena Sawyer

It’s the end of the week, I’m leaving all the stress and anxiety of classes behind me, and I’m ready to do dumb shit with my friends. I’ve put on my 90’s/2000’s playlist—cause that’s the only playlist you should get ready to—and of course, “Independent Women Pt. 1” by Destiny’s Child comes on, which means it’s about to be a good night no matter what.

As I’m trying to hit Beyoncé’s runs, I grab a bottle of tequila and a joint, and have them waiting for me on the side while I beat my face. I don’t know what it is, but getting dressed in one of your best fits, beating your face to the gods, and singing to 90’s music while laying your edges down is such a euphoric feeling.

Knowing you look and feel good for nobody but yourself just makes me feel pretty. Maybe it’s just the alcohol and weed, but everything is just better. The nostalgia from the songs is perfect, my energy is on another level, and I’m excited to chill with the homies.

“Beautiful” by Snoop Dogg and Pharrell comes on next, and I’m already out of my seat singing and dancing along as I apply my setting spray. I finally get a text that my friends are pulling up and once I unlock the door they all come busting through, already on some dumb shit and I love it.

There are hundreds of drinking games, but my favorite is Kings. It fucks with you mentally, and my friends get drunk quicker and quicker, which means it doesn’t take long for them to be acting like fools—which is always a good time, especially when they end up on your Snapchat memories.

By the third round of Kings, the mood is perfect; we’re all as happy as can be. Cam’ron’s “Oh Boy” is playing in the background, and we’re reminiscing about good memories within our group.

We’re all drinking, laughing, roasting each other, and I never want this feeling or moment to end; it’s so pure and peaceful. I feel like I’m floating, completely surrounded by love, warmth and good energy.

Soon enough, it’s time to leave, and my friends are dragging my ass out the door. I’m almost a little sad since I hold onto this ecstatic feeling, but I know as long as I’m with my crew, shit is always gon’ be good.