journey into the cold northeast

Went on a road trip to New York city and CT last week. It turned out to be an interesting experience. I "studied" in UConn for more than 2 years and had immense amounts of fun there. UConn has a fairly small community of indians and a diverse student body with people from every corner of the world. As in almost every university that I have heard about, people are more welcoming towards new people and friendlier in general. Something for everyone from anime buffs to DnD geeks to the club-and-bar types.
Richmond is a wholly different experience for me because I don't personally know what goes on apart from the club-and-bar partying scene (not that I know a lot about that) Everyone I know seems to be struggling with the same college-to-work transition. It really doesn't help that 80% of the people at work are married, happily devoted to their families and not much else.
Back to the trip. The idea was to go on a road trip back to CT and catch up with friends there. And get to finally party in NYC after planning many abortive ventures. Phase 1 of partying went very well, had an expensive blast in a club called Pacha in Manhattan until 5:30 in the morning. Awesome babes, nice scene and decent music (richmond has "clubs" which play country music. i kid you not)
Phase 2 in Storrs didn't go as I expected. I had gone in expecting a full-blown party scene somewhat similar to what we had left behind. No such luck. We did get together for drinks but the wild revelry we had indulged in for years was clearly not the thing to do any more. It ended up being a moderately sober gathering, though it was fun to discuss world politics and other random topics with 6 other at 4 AM again. Like I said, interesting but unexpected.
What should I do next?

dammit

As I kind of expected, the pompous post below drew the ire of many. So much for that style of writing. I don't think (the few) people who come to my blog come looking for literary entertainment anyway. Guess I'll have to figure out what this is about as I keep writing. One thing I do better than anything else (not saying much there) is making fun of everyone and everything.My everyday life should be comedic fodder enough. Ah well, lets see how things pan out.