BLOG: Vermillion Bars

I think I speak for most of the student body at any college when I say we have all thought, “There is nothing to do in this town.”

I’ve said it, you’ve said it, I overhear it in conversations, you’re parents probably said it when they dropped you off here. And they said it with that annoying tone in their voice that means they think since it’s a small town you won’t get into trouble, but boy, will you prove them wrong. But you’ll prove them wrong when you pass out at the courthouse.

Anyway, it’s no secret that Vermillion is not the big city with bright lights and dope beats coming from the sewer pipes that double as a city-wide speaker system causing all citizens to no longer walk, but dance from place to place. But do you know what does have “dope beats?” Admittedly, I’m too white and nerdy to come up with a better way to say it without sounding like I’m trying way too hard.

Seriously though, I finally found the dope beats. Can you guess where?

Hint: you wouldn’t know if you’re underage. Yep. I’m talking, once again, about the bars.

Maybe they only seem like a magical land to me because I’m new to the scene, but there’s just something about actually being able to go out that is in the words of Ferris Bueller, “So choice.”

Now that my friends are all turning 21, I don’t have to drink alone with Homeless Guy and Guy Who Doesn’t Speak English. I no longer am confined to house parties with people constantly saying the cops are outside and sloppy freshman being all freshman-like. I can be friends with the beefy bartenders without telepathically telling them to not card me, please God don’t card me. We don’t have to beg our friends to buy pitchers and let us sneak some, which always resulted in sipping on the nastiest beer available.

So basically, Vermillion isn’t the “dopest” town, but don’t worry little ones, it gets better. After your 21st birthday.