There is literally so much on this topic it is mind blowing. We go to school in New York City; need I say more? No, like we go to COLLEGE in NEW YORK CITY. That mix is unbeatable. Everyone can do so many different things every single day and night that it is impossible for me to sum it up in one generic explanation. So, I’m going to draw from personal experience.
Now, I personally am a “Sex and the City” addict. Since the show came on, I never missed a beat, memorizing most of the episodes and outfits the four single Manhattanites wore as they search for love in the big city. I guess it has always been a dream of mine to have 3 girlfriends in New York and live the life of Carrie Bradshaw. (Yes, I do fall into that “I am so New York” category when it comes to this.) Interestingly enough, I now have three best girlfriends, go to school in New York, and live a (budgeted) Sex and the City life! Here is some background.
My soon to be best friends all decided to move in to college early and do something called Urban Plunge. Here at Fordham, it is an opportunity for incoming freshman to do a week of service before school starts. Mostly though, it’s just because they want to make friends first, get away from their parents faster, and pick the good bed in their rooms before the roommates come. My roommate Kasia, a gorgeous Polish girl from New Jersey, made friends with my future friend Erin on facebook.com (every college aged person’s lifeline). Funny thing is, they wanted to room together, but somehow it didn’t work out. (She got stuck with me, how disappointing!)They made friends with my spunky friend Carly during Urban Plunge and the three hung out for a week before I even arrived.
It was a little intimidating moving in at Fordham. I’m three thousand miles away from home, in a humid hot new place, where I don’t know anyone. The orientation leaders were overly nice and outgoing, almost obnoxiously. Fordham tried to make my move in fun so as to distract me from my homesickness. My roommate had already been there for a week and already had a group of friends. The first night of school, Kasia and I ditched the lame freshman orientation activities and ventured into Manhattan for an underground concert, a midtown party, and a sleep over at an NYU dorm. Great first impression. After meeting the other two girls, we have been inseparable ever since.
I would describe to you our typical weekend, so you can get a sense of what there is to do at Fordham. The problem is, there is no such thing as a typical weekend. Every weekend is different and exciting and drama filled.
Let me give you a rundown last weekend, for example. Friday night. It’s finally the weekend after midterms. Seriously, the epitome of T.G.I.F. After meeting for our usual lunch date, the girls and I decide to shake things up and go out to a club in Manhattan. We went with a random promoter to this club called Touch, but the crowd was lame and the music was lamer. So, we called up our other promoter friend, hopped in a cab downtown, and met him at a hip bar in midtown Manhattan. Basically, club nights are when we can become whoever we want to be. It is the complete opposite of your typical college scene. Everyone is well dressed and good-looking. And if you’re not…well….you don’t get in. Plain as that. I guess it’s a good gauge to see how you’re doing on keeping off that feared freshman 15. Anyway, after getting hit on by 30-year-old divorcees, we left to go to Tenjune, an exclusive club frequented by celebrities. After pushing things up and sucking things to impress the doorman, we got in and danced the night away. We rolled back onto campus at around 4 in the morning. A perfect start to the weekend.
The next night, we decided to lay low. After a wonderful Fordham breakfast at 3 pm, we napped, watched a movie, took another nap, and hung out until around 8 pm when we started to get ready for Saturday night. It was a low-key night. Three house parties and a drink up at Mugz, a hotspot bar. We decided to go to the Playboy Bunny themed party at a house near Fordham. Lingerie and bunny ears rubbed up against smoking jackets to the latest hits. Take a break from dancing and you may like to enjoy a keg stand in the backyard or wait in the mile long line to the bathroom. After a night of girl fighting, random hook ups, and some light vomiting, everyone left at around 3 in the morning. We decided to skip the typical Pugsley’s pizza slice and headed for the dorms. Another successful Fordham weekend.