Going on 3am and no one is left but all the drunks at the bars. All you have on is your tiny uniform and a black North Face. Across the ice rink and down the alley you must walk ALONE. Your cautious stroll turns spastic as you pick up speed getting closer and closer to the neighboring bar. A drunk man nearly knocks you over as he stumbles out of Toby Keith’s. He slurs some nonsense as you hurry away and into the stairwell leading into the garage. Constantly doing double takes assuring yourself of no drunken followers you make your way up the stairs that closely resemble a murder scene from some poorly made horror film. Swing open the door to the parking garage and the hunt begins. Walk past the 3 people smoking that follow you with their eyes. Speed walk past the first, second, then third row of cars. Power walk up the cement hill to the fourth while mistakenly making direct eye contact with yet another overly intoxicated being. Get to the top and, Eye of the Tiger starts playing (just kidding), take a left. A little red mini spotted alone in the middle of the row. Check left, check right, RUN. Hop in the car and reach for the lock button as if it were the buzzer on jeopardy. Part 1 of the weekend game “Am I going to die tonight?” is over and Part 2 is ever so challenging. You need to make it out of the garage without 1) hitting a drunk, and 2) getting hit by a drunk. Deep breath. You back up and take a cautious right out of section 4. Drive back down the cement hill while simultaneously waving to wasted man #3. Creep up to the corner and look for any morons going the wrong way. Clear. Fly past sections 3, 2, 1. “S***.” The smokers are gone. Bonus points if you can find them! It’s past 1am so security is gone and gates are up. Turning the corner slowly to exit because, yep, found them. The smokers are trying to walk down the steep, flat, CAR exit rather than the stairs…Flash brights and the weekend game of “Am I going to die tonight?” is over and will have to wait till next week.