It was the Saturday night after Penn State had just beaten South Florida. The campus was celebrating and there were parties everywhere. And as I always do I said that I wasn’t going out that night, I had too much homework to do and that I was exhausted from the game. I managed to get an hour of sleep before being woken up by my phone with my friend saying “be ready in 15 minutes you’re going out tonight.” I figured that I wasn’t going to get any homework done tonight anyways and the nap left me feeling somewhat energized. I met up with some friends and we headed to a frat where my roommate’s brother was a member. We met up with two girls Megan and Jackie, which my friend knew from home, outside the Crowbar. Both girls were attractive, Megan was fairly short with blonde hair and Jackie was taller with reddish hair. My friend introduced me to both girls, but only Megan seemed even remotely eager to meet me. Jackie pretty much just shook my hand then forgot my name. It was going to be another night of crappy beer, loud music, and annoying girls or so I thought.

When we were half way to frat I found out it was a closed party, meaning I could still get in but I couldn’t bring all of my friends with me. This put a huge damper on the night as we were all some what frantic trying to call people and figure out somewhere else we could go. It must have been only moments later that I got a call from a friend saying that there was a party at his house and there were two kegs that needed drinking. We jumped at the offer and started walking to the house which was about 5 minutes away. When we were walking I tried to avoid talking to both Megan and Jackie because I didn’t want to be one of those annoying guys that try to pick up girls but don’t get the hint that they don’t like you. In my efforts to try to act cool I got my shoe lace caught on a sign post and fell on my face. Chances for me getting with Megan or Jackie were looking pretty slim at that point.

We arrived at the party to see the entire front yard filled with people, there were even people chilling on couches they had brought outside into the yard. It wasn’t long before all of my friends I brought were drunk, including Megan and Jackie. At that point I could tell that things were going a lot better with Jackie and it was obvious with Megan because she kept calling me over and asking me who was prettier her or Jackie. The party was in full swing until around 1:30am when they carried the remaining beer in the last keg inside. My friends decided they were going to go to a friend’s house that lives nearby and crash there for the night. I had talked to both Megan and Jackie. Each one of them said they would walk back with me to my room to stay for the night. I decided that I was going to go back to my place with Jackie when my friend that lived at the house said that he wanted to go to the End Zone. He told me I could drive his car, a 1999 Honda Prelude 5 speed, and he could get me in free because his girlfriend works there. That was a rough decision for me to make because on one side I’m going back to my place with a girl and on the other I get to drive a fast car and get into a strip club for free. I did what any car enthusiast would do and decided to go to the End Zone. I pick up his friend that was on his way home from the bars and we started off through state college towards Sky Top Mountain.

We were on College Ave and I was stuck behind two CATA buses that were moving slow, he told me to pass them before we had to turn off ahead shortly. That was my chance to see how the car handled as I shot into the other lane pushing the needle on tachometer up to 6,000rpms quickly shifted then dodged the bus just barely making the turn in time. Enough adrenaline shot through my body to keep me awake for hours. The rest of the way was mostly just 5th gear cruising, until right before Sky Top Mountain he said “go ahead and have some fun, see what she can do.” I dropped it into 3rd gear, revved the engine, then dropped the clutch and raced up the mountain. I shifted into 4th when I red lined the tachometer at 7,000rpms and took the sharp curves with little effort. I could feel my hands squeezing tighter on the wheel the faster we went. I finally let off the gas nearing the top of the mountain.

There was a thrill in my body mostly from the drive, but also I was going to the End Zone. The End Zone is a place that you dream about going when you’re a kid. The three of us walked in, my friend talked to the doorman and we were in for free. The first thing I saw stunned me, I knew it was coming but you can never mentally prepare yourself to suddenly see three naked girls. I made my way to towards the back and just stood there taking it all in. The song changed and a new girl walked out, my mouth dropped to the floor. I knew this girl, she had graduated with me from my high school. She began to take off her clothes I couldn’t do anything but stand there with my mouth open, I’m not sure if I blinked at all the entire time. The mental images from the End Zone cycled through my head the entire drive home. Then came the worst part of my night, it was 5 am, I had a half mile walk back to my dorm, and I really had to pee. Every bush or tree I passed looked so inviting but I wasn’t about to take the chance of getting caught for public urination. By the time I was back at my building I was sprinting, I really had to go. About 30 seconds later I felt amazing, it was a great night to say the least.