On Friday night, my roommates and I planned to go to a concert in New London. However, two of us got sick and it was pouring rain outside, so we stayed in and had an awesome time. Two of us ordered pho (Vietnamese soup) from Groton and settled in to watch “Remember Me,” a romantic comedy that we randomly selected from Netflix. It was awful. The ending was so terrible we needed to watch something more lighthearted to cheer us up.
While scrolling through Netflix again, one of my roommates commented that she had never seen “High School Musical.”
Don’t worry; we made her watch it.
I love these nights. They’re what I call “classically college,” and while they don’t seem the most memorable, they’re what I remember the most and what I’m going to miss when I graduate — hanging out with my roommates, eating takeout and watching movies.