Sororities

I'm getting ready to go to sleep tonight (exceedingly early) because I have GMATs tomorrow, but outside my window there is a large group of girls rushing a sorority and chanting and shouting indecipherable words. It's annoying, it's frustrating, and it's jealousy provoking.
Now just let me say, if I wanted to join a sorority I would have done it by now. Freshman year I had a friend who joined a sorority and Sophomore year when she quit, she told me all the crazy things they made her do while she was pledging. Ridiculous things like walking in circles blindfolded while chanting the credo or whatever, being shouted at, having water pistols fired at you. I would never put myself through that. But every now and then I'm envious of the lifestyle. Here it is Thirsty Thursday, my roommate has big plans for the night, clearly all of the sorority girls have big plans, the frats are all having parties; and I'll be asleep by 7:30.
Now I love my life, and I'd never trade, but sometimes it would be nice to have a wild weekend planned. Instead of going to parties once in a great while, it would be cool to not have any plans and know someone would call me up five minutes before they left and invite me along. The only time that I ever have that life is when I'm visiting other people. I visited a friend of mine at his school, and the only expectation that we had for the weekend was crazy drunkenness. What happened pretty much fit the bill. But so much more. He called some friends and we went for some girls birthday dinner, that neither of us had met before, then we went to a Chinese restaurant for fancy drinks, then we went to a dive and proceeded to get wasted. I don't remember the two of us stumbling up the stairs, but I remember his arm around my waist, helping me into the car. That one night exemplifies what my expectation of college life was. My reality is more along the lines of drinking a gin and tonic alone, then falling into bed when most people haven't even left for the bars.
Well, sweet blogverse, the g&t is calling my name. Good Night.