A picture of something you wish you could forget:
This one time, freshman year, Erin, Kate, and I went to a Rave in this Irish center. None of us was legal to drink, the music was terrible, and we never considered how we would get home. Kate stayed with her then-boyfriend, while Erin and I wandered on what we now call the "road to rape," (pictured below). It was insanely cold, Must have been November/December and we were wearing minimal clothing. No buses were running and we had NO idea where we were. We walked along a highway next to some woods and asked random bus drivers/CMU shuttles how we could get back. We ended up at a pharmacy (to warm up) and JUST managed to gather our combined cash to pay for a taxi from there. Then it took us about an hour to warm up in socks and blankets. Worst. Night. Ever.