Med Students Party Hard

As a matter of fact, they party every night of the week like it's 1999. Jeez. My first week here was hectic as just before a tornado hits. But this week the overarching concepts came together and I think I've figured out my approach to med school academics. Also helps that I am now unpacked. So, I went out clubbing last night with my classmates. It was $20 cover, so you can guess that it was a shwanky kind of place. So someone got us UCI med students in on the VIP list for half price. I wanted to shout to the people in line, "See? You shoulda stayed in school!" That would have been pretty dorky, so I didn't. But I thought it. For a bunch of nerds, we sure cut up the dance floor! Some of us are really not so nerdy. I, on the other hand, have not gone clubbing in several years. I pulled out my old "clubbin' pants," the ones that were tight on me in college (the first time around) and they still fit! Very tightly, but nonetheless they fit. So I picked out probably the one appropriate top I have and did something random to my hair, slapped on some mascara and went to party with the 24-year olds. Man! Was I in for a surprise! Back in *my* day when we went clubbing, people humping each other's legs was about the limit, maybe you'd catch a couple gyrating on the floor. Last night, I saw a girl tossing some other girl's salad! And no one around them was acting surprised! The whole night was rather surreal, as if I was in a show playing a medical student who was going out with her classmates to the club. It was fun to dance, but the overall impression I had was... now I remember why I stopped going to clubs. It must have been particularly bad because this is Newport Beach, in Orange County, where everyone has to look as bored and beautiful as they can, apathetically staring past you, not at you, so you would think they were super cool and oh so hot. The Paris Hilton look, you could say. So I stayed out on the dance floor for two and a half hours and had to leave when my poor little legs gave up. Then, I got home and realized that when I took my car key off my keychain to minimize my purse contents, I'd left my housekey inside. And my roommate had locked me out. And it was 2am. And he was leaving at 4:30am on an all-weekend business trip. So I slept in my party clothes in the car until 4am, then straggled upstairs and knocked on the door, hoping that he hadn't decided to go stay overnight somewhere else after I'd left for the club. "Maybe the parties are best left up to the kids. Particularly on Thursday nights," I thought in my drowsy, confused state. I have to give everyone props though, most of the people I saw at the club were in class at 8am this morning. So my conclusion: med school is one giant party.