I can’t believe I let her talk me into this. I hate college parties. “C’mon,” Ava, my best friend, wines. “Don’t be such a Debbie Downer! This party is going to be fun!” “You say that every time,” I remind her. “There’s nothing I can say that will get you to stop whinging,” she relents. “I’m not whinging!” I whinge. She tilts her head disbelievingly but says nothing in response. As the uber pulls up to the curb, we step o...