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So I think it’s safe to say that tonight was the topping on the cake of an amazing first week at UCF. So good that I decided to get off of my procrastination stump and post about it.

So, on a night of whistle-less store clerks, Park Avenue, and rude hosts, Vincent and I thought we’d cut our losses and head home early from a party at Rollins College (an easy 20 minute drive). So we get on Fairbanks (which turned into Orange Ave.) and we drive in what we think is the right direction home. And we drive. And we drive. And eventually, we see something that we shouldn’t be seeing: skyscrapers which are growing large in our vision. We were headed toward the city of Orlando.

We start to get in a panic. We don’t know whether to turn away from the road or keep going, so we decide to call the one person who would usually dwell in the city at 11:27 at night (we’ll call him Lee). So I call him up and, sure enough, there’s loud music in the background, so we figure he’s at I-Bar (which is in the direction we’re headed at this point). After asking him for directions home, we ask where he is, and we hear him say, “I’m at a gay bar, Polk.” At this point, we’ve passed the turns that we would have had to take, so Vince and I decide to go and visit our old friend. We keep driving…and driving….and driving…and finally we come across Pulse. Of course, there’s no parking at the actual parking lot, so we park at the Wendy’s across the street (which I don’t recommend, due to the fairly rude, fat janitor/cashier who wouldn’t let me in to use the restroom). We cross Orange Avenue (which is, basically, a death defying stunt that I wouldn’t recommend to anyone) and are now right outside Orlando’s premier gay bar. We call Lee to see if he’d meet us outside. No answer. So, with our chins held high, we work up the courage to walk in (which, just to note, would be the situation for us if it was any kind of club. You could tell that clubbing is definitely not our scene…yet…).

Now we’re inside the entrance, which is a small office-like area and has a couple of entrance ways which you could see through, and we text Lee again (since there was a $10 fee to enter after 11, of course). Lee and a mutual friend meets up with us, greets us, and pays our way in. So now Vince and I are walking through this club with different rooms (a smoky lounge area, a smoky dance area, a smoky women’s bathroom, and the outside bar) and meet up with some more friends and acquaintances. After a good hour of chatting and mingling, we heard that there was a drag show happening soon, which a few friends insisted upon us seeing. So we go to this other room, complete with stage, and watch a drag queen show (which was surprisingly hilarious.) Halfway through that show, we decided that we had to go, since Vince had work in the morning, so we bid our friends adieu, asked for some directions home, and after another hour and a half of driving on I4 and getting lost, we finally found our way back to good ol’ UCF.

Definitely a day…no…WEEK of firsts for me…and it’s only been one week.