1. Hesitantly, you agree to go to a bar/party/shindig.
3. But then you actually reach your destination.
And it’s like no.
4. You push your way through hordes of people just to get a drink.
5. And then proceed to complain incessantly about the crowd.
People are the worst.
6. Next you start to get annoyed at your friends who promised that this would be fun.
7. Despite your endless list of grievances, they still manage to convince you to dance.
And you stay right around here.
8. You nonchalantly sway your upper body back and forth.
It’s your signature move.
9. Until step four starts to pay off.
That’s when the magic happens.
11. That lasts for approximately three to five minutes.
Fullfill social obligation - check.
12. You’re quickly reminded why you didn’t want to be there in the first place.
The people. Ugh, the people.
14. You silently congratulate yourself for not being the first one to say it.
15. You give the classiest of farewells to your compatriots.
See ya never.
16. And put your game face on in order to reach the exit as quickly as possible.
17. Maybe you get some deliciousness on the way home.
AKA “The Best Part of the Night.”