I am still feeling the effects of last night. I'm not even going to mention the time since it is on the bottom of this post.
I need to watch myself better. The only spirits in the house were 3 one-shotters that were leftovers from a friend's friend's 21st birthday. I went over to Sonj's house, where it's air conditioned, and finished those. I also was polite and had some tequila with her housemate. OBVIOUSLY, we went to 'Hatters for the Long Island's. I had a couple and was feeling good. There's this hazy part of the night and then I end up near Broom street with some tri-delts and dudes; no clue who the the dudes are. Apparently, one of the guys lived in this apt area and so we decided to jump a locked fence that is taller than me, and go swimming. Since my mom decides to read this blog, I am skipping some action and going to the main and hilarious part of the night.
A black guy comes down from the building and starts yellling. I am oblivous to this fact as I am thoroughly enjoying my surroundings. One of the naked, really white guys that I think lives there, went over by him and started yelling back. Both combined would come up to my belly-button, but none-the-less, the black guy jumps the fence and decides to make a point of saying he's the man. The NAKED white guy wants to show that his penis, that everyone can clearly see, is not that small and starts wresting the dude.
No one cares, but he does manage to ruin the moment and so we all leave. As I am picking up my clothes, a cop yells,"Hey you, stop right there." I, possibly too enebriated, possibly too nonchalant, look at him with one of my 'how the hell could you have made it out of the womb' looks and stay standing there. The white guy on the other hand, bolts. I finish putting on my clothes as the cop tackles this naked white guy behind some bushes. I walk home wet and go to bed empty handed.
So much for not drinking on a Thursday night.
I need to watch myself better. The only spirits in the house were 3 one-shotters that were leftovers from a friend's friend's 21st birthday. I went over to Sonj's house, where it's air conditioned, and finished those. I also was polite and had some tequila with her housemate. OBVIOUSLY, we went to 'Hatters for the Long Island's. I had a couple and was feeling good. There's this hazy part of the night and then I end up near Broom street with some tri-delts and dudes; no clue who the the dudes are. Apparently, one of the guys lived in this apt area and so we decided to jump a locked fence that is taller than me, and go swimming. Since my mom decides to read this blog, I am skipping some action and going to the main and hilarious part of the night.
A black guy comes down from the building and starts yellling. I am oblivous to this fact as I am thoroughly enjoying my surroundings. One of the naked, really white guys that I think lives there, went over by him and started yelling back. Both combined would come up to my belly-button, but none-the-less, the black guy jumps the fence and decides to make a point of saying he's the man. The NAKED white guy wants to show that his penis, that everyone can clearly see, is not that small and starts wresting the dude.
No one cares, but he does manage to ruin the moment and so we all leave. As I am picking up my clothes, a cop yells,"Hey you, stop right there." I, possibly too enebriated, possibly too nonchalant, look at him with one of my 'how the hell could you have made it out of the womb' looks and stay standing there. The white guy on the other hand, bolts. I finish putting on my clothes as the cop tackles this naked white guy behind some bushes. I walk home wet and go to bed empty handed.
So much for not drinking on a Thursday night.
posted by Bruhaha at 10:03 AM
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Gotta love Thursdays.
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