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Please TGIF Responsibly

This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Bowdoin chapter.
Now that we’re finally back at school and into the swing of things, it’s important to consider how our social lives will begin to take shape on the weekends. Although you might not have realized, there is some insight to be gained from a pop star we all know and love. Recently, the song entitled “Last Friday Night” by the ever popular Katy Perry has become a must-have addition to many pre-game playlists.
However, when I took a moment to review the lyrics of Katy’s catchy ballad, I realized that I actually didn’t want my night to play out the way that it does in the song. So, a word of advice: sing along with Ms. Perry, but take a moment to really think on the following activities before venturing out this weekend…
The song begins with some of the following lyrics, “There’s a stranger in my bed, there’s a pounding in my head, glitter all over the room…I smell like a minibar” Firstly, it’s important to point out that the boy you start dancing with in a social house basement might be cute, but he is by no means an immediate friend. If you’re not careful he might become the stranger in your bed, and although rumor has it that what happens in the Reed basement doesn’t mean anything in real life, it certainly will if you wake up with a guy in your bed whose name you can’t quite remember.
Next she says, “The pictures from last night ended up online,” and she’s screwed—but “oh well?” It’s a “blacked out blur,” but she’s “pretty sure it ruled…damn.” And essentially last Friday night she “danced on table tops, took too many shots,” and she thinks she kissed someone but she’s forgotten. Then she maxed out her credit cards, got kicked out of the bar, and then hit the boulevard.  Perfect. Let’s reflect on this momentarily…
To begin, I want to point out that muploading pics during a night of drunken stupor will NEVER lead to anything good. Furthermore, status updating, tweeting, and probably even e-mail just aren’t good ideas. If your night becomes a blacked out blur, you’re going to be really uncertain as to whether it ruled. If you dance on table tops, it might end up being at super snacks, which is definitely not good. Finally, if your plan on “hitting the boulevard,” chances are you’ll just end up walking down College St., screaming and dancingsignificantly increasing your chances of having a run in with the Brunswick Police. Unfortunately, all of these things don’t sound quite as appealing as Katy makes them out to be.
In the remainder of the song Perry describes how she went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the dark, probably broke the law. She’s trying to connect the dots, the city towed her car, she ripped her favorite party dress, she needs some ginger ale and she’s decided that her night was an epic fail.
Although streaking on the quad might be tempting to some, it’s not recommended during the months of October through April (or really ever) because you’ll probably freeze to death. The same goes for skinny-dipping, although our campus doesn’t have many accessible bodies of water anyway. What’s more, ripping your favorite dress is never fun, especially when everyone is staring at you and you’re such a drunken mess that you have no idea how to handle it. You’re going to need a lot more than ginger ale to help you recover from a night like Katy’s, so it’s highly advisable that you strongly consider her last comment—“It was such an epic fail”
The main point here is that last Friday Night sounds a little bit like a thrilling train wreck. I am certainly all for going out, doing it big, and having a great time, but I think it’s important to consider how Katy’s night ultimately ended up-an epic failure.
In conclusion, I recommend reviewing all that she’s had to say, and how it will translate to your experience here at Bowdoin this weekend. Maybe think about not taking one too many shots, or having your night be a blacked out blur…Because lets be honest, you’re going to be sitting at brunch drinking ginger ale for hours if you relive Ms. Perry’s Friday night. 
 
Marissa is a senior at Bowdoin College, majoring in Government and minoring in English. She's interned with NPR, The Christian Science Monitor and ELLE.com. In her spare time she enjoys writing poetry, baking cupcakes, tweeting, and admiring the big dipper. She hopes to live in a lighthouse someday, with 27 cats and a good set of watercolors.