According to American laws, a freshman in college should not enjoy Halloween at Fell's Point as much as we did. No group of 18 year olds should be able to hop from one bar to another, drinking immeasurable amounts of alcohol. However, the holiday of Halloween makes this dream of every college student come true. In honor of the upcoming annual debauchery of Halloween, we have decided to recount the events of last Halloween at Johns Hopkins.
The night began like any other night of drinking: the ritualistic pre-gaming with a variety of shots. Gathered in a dimly lit room, the multiple toasts were only a prelude to the amazing night ahead of us. Once our group of friends felt ready to proceed to the next step in our night, we left our dorm rooms and began searching for a taxi. This, unfortunately, was quite possibly the hardest part of the night. Finding those two cabs was as difficult as any orgo or biochem exam ever given here at Hopkins. After the grueling 45 minute cab ride (due to Halloween traffic) we finally arrived at the place we had heard so much about, Fell's Point. The minute we got out of the cab we found ourselves in the midst of a huge orgy of sweaty, drunken, barely clad college co-eds, the likes of which you would never find at Hopkins. To a group of Hopkins freshmen, this was heaven.
As the night went on, we walked from bar to bar entering, drinking and leaving, after only flashing our shoddily made, fraudulent identification. Amidst fond memories of bar-dancing, unpaid stripping and offers of sexual favors we had the opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life: good alcohol.
Following a number of Coronas, Jack and Cokes, shooters and Bud Lights throughout the night, the walks between bars were adventures in themselves, in more ways than one. As the night wore on, Fell's became much more crowded than when we had arrived. We had to squeeze between hundreds of people just to move a mere 50 feet. On any other day, this would have been an annoyance to any of us, but on this night we were more than happy to squeeze ourselves into the tiniest of spaces. We continued moving from one place to another until we heard those two hated words, "last call." Hearing these words almost brought us down, but we ordered another round and decided to head home to the disappointment that is Hopkins. The search for a cab was not quite the task of earlier but still a hassle. We finally stumbled home to our dorm rooms around three in the morning feeling satisfied with an amazing night.
As we end this tale we have only one message to those who are not of drinking age or have not experienced Fell's at Halloween: no matter how shoddy your ID, you can drink all you want during Halloween and nobody cares. Just don't blame us if you get arrested.
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