RIB
run it back
this dump is known for its neon drinks, a dj who never misses, and a staff member who feeds his wife by taking money from drunk college kids
the hill
this person hit the splits at literboard
we're back đź’‹
molly
big orange grill
upstairs is where dignity goes to die at this hotspot, complete with a dj who yells like it's the apocalypse and couples who act like they're auditioning for Euphoria.
literboard
this bold gal set the tone for sophomore year chaos by bringing home a redhead after night one
rachel
got my key to the village
rachel
ISHA
i saw her apple
filled with freshmen, this bar features a dance floor, poor decisions, and the only vending machine that sells nicotine instead of snacks
undeclared
after a wholesome 2 a.m. heart-to-heart over McChickens, this person got blindsided by a “hey girly…” text from his actual girlfriend
eggy
can u tell i couldn't see
eggy
PP
personality pic
you never plan to end up at this bar the size of a dorm hallway, yet somehow you always squeeze in around 1:17 a.m., clutching a high noon and no sense of self-respect
yacht club
in a stunning display of affection, this person sat on the floor and clung to a boy looking like a koala mid-migration
ally
cheers tyson it's happy hour
ally
PT
pretzel time
with industrial vibes and dancers who may or may not be paid to pole dance for confused finance majors, this venue feels more like an abandoned rave warehouse than a bar
lunaverse
in a fateful meeting of questionable decisions and divine intervention, this person sealed their fate by hooking up with the first sinner
molly
dear boulder, will you be my valentine?
kayla