Lost...And Not on a Magical/Crazy Island

As I said before in my last post my social life is not exactly the most exciting thing. In fact I'm pretty sure the only way it can get any more boring is if I crawled into a refrigerator and was shot into space by an atomic bomb like Indiana Jones. Ok, that would be pretty awesome, plus I would forever be labeled as a badass. However, being in outer space would really put a damper on my meeting new people.
I really don't enjoy this realization that I don't really get out much. I'm 18 and college movies are telling me I should be having an amazing time. I shouldn't be isolated at the newspaper like the unfocused workaholic that I am. So, when I received an invitation to a birthday party on Facebook by a cute girl I hardly know I immediately responded by saying "I will totally be there." Now, this girl was nice enough to put the address but failed to put in any directions to the place. Call me crazy but usually an address is easier to find with directions; I guess I could just be the most non-directionally orientated person on the planet but still. No directions, no maps, just an address.
Speaking of maps, Ball State sucks at making these. Not only do they spell streets differently on different maps, they fail to tell you that major roads (like the one I was trying to find) suddenly become renamed at important intersections for no reason. It was the renaming part that was my downfall. While looking for a road called Neely I walked from one side of the campus to the other knowing that somewhere along the way I was missing something. Finally I texted my friend and found out that Neely actually turns into a road called Petty. This road is literally 100 yards from my dorm room and I'd been trying to find it for close to an hour.
Now I'll admit, part of this is my fault. I'm terrible with directions. However, you would think that the university would foresee the problem of confused freshmen with no car wandering around campus might not knowing that Neely had an identity crisis and switches half way through to Petty. This is an easy fix, either make the entire road say Neely or Petty. Or, put up a sign that says "Hey, confused freshman jackass looking for party. Neely is this way <-."
At any rate, while walking down the wrong street I ran into two girls who were going to a birthday party. How many 21 year old birthday parties could be happening on one night?
Apparently two. And they just happen to be on the opposite side of campus from each other.
After I realized my mistake I became bound and determined to make it to my party destination. So off I went.
I finally got on the right street.
The thing is, after all of my turns and twist around campus I had forgotten the house number.
So, what's it like to randomly walk up to parties you see happening on peoples porches? Not to bad as long as you find a nice corner to stand in until you find it to awkward to take anymore.
Well I finally found the right place. An hour-and-a-half late.
When I walked onto the porch of god-knows-who the girl who invited me promptly told me "Hi" before leaving with a group of 20 or so people to go to a Frat house party.
So to summarize: I wondered around campus for about two-and-a-half hours to show up and then promptly be ditched by the person I was invited by, leaving me (a non-drinker) with a group of drunk upperclassmen that I didn't know. To understand how awkward this feels try watching a porno with your parents.
So, I left, found my friends house in the neighborhood and hung out there for a couple hours and walked back to my dorm.
The moral of the story? Always wear comfortable walking shoes.