I can still remember it like it was yesterday. I was sauntering back from the bathroom, drink in hand, both roommates just a few steps away. The clock struck 1:50 a.m. and that supernatural life-changing event happened.
The lights came on.
I jolted upright like an alert Doberman Pinscher, my eyes widened and the world around me came into focus.
To my right, I saw the dance floor: glazed brows and sweat stained bodies gesticulating in a nearly religious manner. Men and women everywhere were bobbing up and down as if all those present rode phantom exercise balls.
To my left, I saw that guy Jerry from my freshman year English class. He was peeling his beer stained face off the table before him, slowly coming back to life. His eyes remained half shut and mouth ajar as he turned his head back and forth searching for familiar life forms.
In this moment, I realized just how sober I was, and it scared me.
As Tar Heels, we all know what it’s like to realize you are the most sober person at any given bar. But having this life shattering experience at Top of the Hill of all places, will change a man for good.
But the fear will not keep us away.
As one of the most popular bars and restaurants on all of Franklin Street, Top of the Hill has branded itself as a true Chapel Hill landmark.
