Undaunted Undergrad – Fist pumping and mechanical bulls

Undaunted Undergrad – Fist pumping and mechanical bulls

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Cody Finney / The Arbiter

Nicole Reither is a senior graduating in May with a degree in Communication and a certificate in Public Relations. Like Tasha Adams, she is also terrified of graduating–missing out on free food at the BRC, student tickets to events and the luxury of the free gym. “The undaunted undergrads” is an account of working through last-semester fears and getting the most out of the college experience.

Ever been downtown on a Saturday night? If your answer is no, you are seriously missing out. Some of you might judge me and say downtown Boise is the most boring activity to partake in on the weekends. However, this is a column about what I believe every college student should do before they become a real human and have real human responsibilities.

To those of you who are living the 21-year-old life, I strongly advise you to bite the bullet, take the risk, throw on a pair of heels and venture on down to the abyss of Tokyo Teas and late night hot
dog stands.

Eight months into my 21-year-old life I have to admit I’ve had some of the best times of my life down there.  If you’re new to this scene, let me give you my oh-so-expert advice on where and when to go.  You have to start off at Café Ole. Drinks are cheap and strong and you can order chips and salsa. I’m sold.

From there we usually head to Bistro or Humpin’ Hannahs.

It’s when it hits around 1 a.m. when we all stumble to Dirty Little Roddies. And no, the name doesn’t lie. If you like 90’s wedding music, mechanical bull riding and a whole lot of dancing, then this is the place for you.

When the lights finally turn on at 2 a.m. everyone seems to bolt. Probably for the reason of being sweaty from fist pumping, guzzling fireball shots all night and mainly not wanting the attractive male or female to see what you really look like in the light.

The wise choice after you ditch the hunk is to head on over to Jimmy John’s where the party continues until all the drunken folks have decided it is time to cab it home.  And if you’re really looking to top off your night and not have a hangover the next morning, then I also advise you to spend the nine dollars for a number 16. I promise it will save
your life.

So brush out those tangles and throw a little lipstick on. You never know when and how you’re going to have the best night of your life. But I can promise you if you have the right attitude when hitting the town it sure won’t disappoint.

The best part about it? Unscrambling all of the stories the next morning over a big greasy breakfast at Elmers.

I’ll see you this Saturday. Cheers!