
Got beer. Drank some beer. Went to a person's house. Drank more beer, whiskey. Played some games, stopped playing games. Went to a person's apartment. Big guy, cool crowd, chicks playing video games (?), smoked a cig on the porch facing the road. Talked about throwing waterballoons at cars from porch, decided against it. Got a funny text from someone that was at the same apartment as me. Talked some music, some rivalry, some mutual friends. Went back to original house. A few more people there, none very impressive. Decided to go swimming. Went swimming. Wal-Mart douchebag comes out and starts "challenging" us. I challenge back, he runs away and calls the cops. Cops catch us, ready to tazer us if we run, wasn't expecting us to be so respectful and mature. Sat on curb for awhile, making small talk with the police, trying to figure out douchebag's name. Got "barred" from apartments, but didn't get any tickets. Got threatened to be written a ticket if I went pee. Asked cop if it was embarrassing if I peed my pants if he wouldn't let me go. He finally let me go, in the parking lot behind someones car. That's illegal, but dumb cop didn't know any better. Lost nice shirt. Lost watch. Went to Taylor's, don't remember arriving or leaving there. Went back to apartment to search for shirt, which was the last thing I remember. Woke up in my own bed, safe and sound, with no damage to my vehicle or body.
Rating the Night: B-, mostly for the unfortunate loss of said apparel, but good memories.

Hey Logan! Really sounded like an adventurous night you had LOL. At least things didn't turn out any worse....or was that worse enough? I think it may be weird when someone goes to another person's home and don't remember getting back to their own. Too much to drink?
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