Procrastination is inevitable as a college student, especially as it hits midnight and Netflix begins to sound a lot more appealing than your five-page research paper. But what makes it even more inevitable is your dorm room full of your closest sorority sisters, food from Pita Pit and an unexpected dance party.
Wednesday nights on campus are usually pretty quiet, especially once it hits 2 a.m. This past Wednesday was no exception. There were no drunken stragglers coming home from Cass, the Retreat or Ybor––just the sounds of the sprinklers all over campus smelling delightful like always as I made my way back to Stadium while holding my nose.
My roommates and I planned on sitting quietly to study and write our papers, but none of that ever happened. The night turned into a much-needed venting session. Being a girl in a sorority, drama is bound to happen. I love and cherish each and every one of my sisters because I’m not sure who else would stay up with me past 2 a.m. to vent and have intense, in-depth conversations.
We were still hyped up from Derby Days, so sleep was not in the cards for us. There is usually one person who will put the seriousness to an end so tonight I decided I would be that person. I blasted my Spotify playlist titled “MEEP” on full volume. The ultimate, overly tired sorority girl dance party had just begun. The middle school classics that made the 2 a.m. dance party occasion so special included: “Right Thurr” by Chingy, “Sexyback” by Justin Timberlake and “Bartender” by T-Pain and Akon, just to name a few.
All of the dancing had us work up an appetite so who else to order food from on a Wednesday night after 2 a.m. but Pita Pit? Pita Pit does not exist on Long Island nor does any restaurant that will deliver food until 4 a.m., so this was all foreign to me.
Our generation hardly believes in using the phone to call anyone, not even to call our closest friends, so when Pita Pit’s website said we couldn’t place an online order, it was rock, paper, scissors to see who would have to call.
Once we devoured our Pita Pit, we decided it was time to go to sleep. It was only a Wednesday night, after all, and we all had to get up for 10 a.m. classes. Who knew 2 a.m. could be so exciting with some food, a dance party and in-depth conversations with your closest friends? Seriously though, who needs sleep?
Alex Sarling can be reached at alexandra.sarling@spartans.ut.edu.