PART TWO

Let's see, where did I leave off..? Ahh yes, Sunday morning rolled around and I think we got up around 11 or 12, which meant only 7 hours until our Halloween offically started. Bad new bears! I had about 4 cd's to make, a quiz I needed to study for, and I had to mentally prepare myself for some good fuckin times! I got the cd's made, and I began to study but that was boring as shit and I just ended up sitting on the couch, or playing Mario Cart (ahem, I did kick Jana and Nicole's ass pretty good). To be quite honest, that whole day was kind of fuzzy, it went by super quick. Before I knew it, it was 6:15 and we were supposed to head over to Laura's by 7-7:30ish. I needed to take a shower, but I was procrastinating pretty hard for some reason. We all started getting ready, doing our hair, makeup, dancing, etc. Once 7:22 p.m. hit the clock an alarm started going off. We had to evacuate the building, with the quickness. We packed the beer, I packed my costume, grabbed my crutches, Adam grabbed his speakers, I couldn't find the cd's, but then I found them, we almost forgot Laura's burrito, I couldn't find the money I owed her for beer.. it was a scramble. After the alarms started going off, we probably didn't get out of the apartment for another 10 minutes. We didn't think anything major had happened, so we didn't see a point in rushing. So, I was pretty gimpy still so naturally I brought my crutches, but unfortunately the elevators wouldn't work. I had to hop down 12 flights of stairs on my left leg with crutches in one hand and the railing in the other. As we passed the 7th floor, the door was open so we looked down the hall. It was filled with smoke and firemen. Holy fuckin shit, I didn't think it was a real emergency. After we got to the bottom and exited the building, we found a herd of people standing away from the building, and about 4 firetrucks and an ambulance or so. We had no idea what was going on. All we knew is that we were late, I needed to still move my car, and I really wanted a beer. We snuck past the firetrucks to my car, moved it to 25, walked up the hill (I crutched) to Laura's apartment. Finally, I had myself some beers and we all loosened up a bit.

It was getting pretty late, and since we were late to begin with, it was time to go. Fuckin wasted $1.25 on a MUNI pass because the train wasn't gonna be coming for another 55 minutes. Ridiculous. No one wanted to wait, so we went back to Laura's, downed some more beers and a few shots, danced a bit and piled into Brandy's car. She had a rented Jeep Liberty. I rode shotty, Nicole, Alisa and Jana were in the back seat, and Laura and Allison rode in the trunk. Illegal? Perhaps. We drove down to Castro, but as anticipated, it was crowded as fuck. Parking was more of a bitch than usual. Brandy randomly stopped the car, got out, and pissed. I helped her out by rockin the hazards, but she didn't even tell any of us what she was doing.. COMEDY. We finally found a parking spot, but I was soo drunk and so turned around I had no idea where we were. We had to take a taxi to Castro, which luckily was only 5 bucks. So, we get down there.. that shit was packed tighter than a gay man's. Within the first 5 minutes, I kid you not, we lost Brandy and Allison. Nicole, Alisa, Jana, Laura and I headed over to the barriers, and just chill. Laura tried to get a hold of Brandy, no such luck. To make a long story short, as Laura and Alisa went to find the two jokers, guess who bumped into us.. BRANDY AND ALLISON! They are wasted from the keg stands they were doing, man oh man. Brandy insisted on giving us all kisses.. on the lips, no where else. We all met up again, and we were pretty upset from this nonsense and just wanted to leave and go back to Laura's a drink some more, dance some more, have some good times. Well, as we were leaving, Brandy decides she didn't want to go because she "wanted to look around some more." Allison and Brandy stayed longer, as for the rest of us, we took the fuck off.

We walked out to Sanchez and 18th, called for a cab and waited. Cabs kept coming and going, but somehow we couldn't get one. People would either take the cab we called for, or they'd already be full. I honestly think we called 411 about 15 times and called for cabs. I crutched on over to some nearby cops, asked for their advice. They suggested walking up to 19th and trying that corner. Somehow we wound up on 19th and Delores. But after many cries of frustration, I decided to just laugh. There was nothing we could do, obviously we weren't getting very lucky. Finally, a cab picked us up. It felt as if we won the lottery, and I know that sound silly, but at that point, we were drunk, frustrated (well, I have having a ball), tired from walking in endless circles, and all we really wanted to do was get back to Laura's, drink some fuckin alcohol, and dance the night away. I was so thankful that he picked us up, I asked if he'd like to come up and have a beer for us. He politely declined, claiming that he was "working." But that's alright, I think he liked the offer anyway. Oh wow, I'm leaving out a BIG part of the story. This whole time, Nicole was wearing a very light weight jacket, and what did she carry around with her..? A Handle of vodka. Ha Ha Ha. I don't care who you are, that's funny. It was quite obvious she had something in her jacket. It was too oddly shaped to be a tumor. So in the cab ride, she pulled out the handle and offered shots to anyone who wanted one. What's even funnier is the fact that she became so attached to the handle, she started referring to it as her "baby." So when she asked if anyone wanted some, Laura replied, "I want to suckle on your baby." That's a riot. Good times.

Back at Laura's, we cracked open some beers, put some beats on, and unwound from the intense, eventful evening. Naturally, the music got us dancing. I decided it was a good time for some champange, so I popped open a bottle. Somehow, someway, Laura started stripping. The only thing she had on were her shoes and her undies. She was holding her tits, trying to cover her nipples (nice attempt Laura), and lucky for us, she gave us lap dances. It was all fun and games until we realized how late it was getting. Nicole kept wanting to leave, and I kept telling her as soon as we finished the champagne. So, after the first bottle, I snuck back into the kitchen and popped open the second bottle. I am a fuckin sneaky sneak. But, we finished both of them, and wanted to go back to our apartment and crash. Nicole, myself and Alisa all had class at the same time. Ironically enough, we all had a test or quiz of somesort as well. So, Laura drove us back to our building (probably not a good idea) and we went back to our apartment. I started boiling some water for mac and cheese, but somehow me and Jana got into a big tickle fight, so Nicole had to finish cooking it. We all ate it, became even more sleepy, and wanted to just pass the fuck out.

I had to get up by 8:30, and I had to wake up Alisa too. So, I got up at like 8:15, walked into the living room to wake up Alisa but to my surprise, she wass already awake! She was sitting up, wrapped in blankets, studying for her test. I automatically burst out with laughter. Who wakes up from a crazy night to study? I guess does, and well, I sat down with her and started studying as well. It didn't help much, considering I was still wasted. Around 8:50 or so, we all headed off to class. Me and Nicole sat next to eachother (naturally) and she was studying, but I found that my head was quite heavy and I couldn't hold it up on my own. Also, my eyes were playing games on me. It was almost as if my eyes were having seizures, bad bad bad. So, our quizzes got passed out, and I swear I kept reading the questions over and over again but not once did I comprehend it. Even after I started writing down my answers I still didn't know what the question was. So, you can only guess how well I did on my quiz. At one point, Nicole had to nudge me and whisper, "write something down already!" Well, that was one of the best times of my life. So, we went back to the apartment and I immediately went back to sleep. We woke back up around 11 or so, and at 12 I had to drive Jana back to Plesanton. Boy, was that a long drive.

On the drive back, I was going over the bridge (the Bay Bridge, to be exact!) and it was sorta curving to the left. I was in the middle lane, and I happened to drive over ONE of the reflectors to my right. The bitch on my right freaks the fuck out, starts honking like a donkey that had just been branded. I just let it go, and by let it go I mean, I cut that bitch off and showed her not to honk at me. Well, Nicole called me on the bridge and she asked if I wanted to go pick up a cigar for Adam. I agreed, and picked up Nicole so we could take a trip to Beverages and More. We found the Kaluha cigars, made the purchase and headed back to campus. Well, I was still kinda hung over, so I was lying in my bed when Laura called me. She said there were some left over beers from the night before (uggh, beer) and it wouldn't be right of her to drink them by herself, so she wanted to come over and drink them with me. Of course I said it would be fine because it was her last night here. But me and Nicole were going to the DC to eat some fuckin good ass food.. wait, that would've happened if we went to, oh I dunno, maybe the Cheesecake Factory. Anywho, we got back from dinner, and for some strange reason I thought it would be a good idea to put on Adam's clothes. I did, and we took pictures as you might notice below. Laura treked on over, and we started cracking the beers. Boy, it was hard for me to even look at one, but somehow I managed to stomach 4 of them. By this time, I was wasted. How? That's what I was wondering as well. For some strange reason, Adam wanted to take shots of the left over handle we had. I decided to pass on the shots, but I made a drink, a mixed drink if you will. So, Nicole, Adam and I were drunk. We busted out the glowsticks that had been in the freezer for a week or so, and somehow they were still glowing, so we started dancing with those, and then we were just giving lap dances to eachother. Hmm, good times. But then it was decided that we should go outside at like12ish and smoke that cigar we just bought. So we did, and my drunk ass insisted on inhailing almost everytime. That's a big no no. You can hear it in my throat this morning. MAJOR MAN VOICE. Oh well, I'd say it was worth it.

So, that's my weekend, in a nut shell. Oh and it turned out that a microwave blew up on the 7th floor. That's all mother fuckers. Hope you enjoyed.