Frat Boys...Cont'd 2/22/2003
While waiting on line, Scott decides to pull up his pipe and start smoking up. Obvously, people knew within seconds that someone was smoking up, and eventually, the people who ran the parlor were running around trying to find out who it was. It wasn't too hard to find out it was Scott since we were all hysterically laughing. The told him to get the fuck out, but he ended up coming in a few minutes later. They probably were about to call the police when the saw him come back in, but a fight broke out. One of the bouncer's from the Rat, was beating the shit out of some muscular black guy. I'm not talking about drunken pushing and cursing, I'm talking about hearing cracks from their faces after punching the shit out of each other's faces. They knocked over a table as the bouncer had the guys by his neck and hair and was dragging him across the floor into another table. At that point I think I sobered up. About a dozen policemen came in since they were atrolling the area anyway, because the pizza owners couldn't break it up...The bouncer is huge, he's well over six feet and about 300 pounds. The police slammed both boys onto the table and arrested them on the spot. After it started to empty out, we saww a massive hole in the wall where the bouncer had slammed the other guys's head....his head hit the wall so hard it knocked a hole though the wal....
Then some other guy got arrested. I don't remember for what, but it was for something other than fighting. We booked it out of there before we got arrested for something. My Big went home with her new hook-up buddy who I decidedly do not like, and Tanya went back to campus with me and Iman, who's such a sweetie.
I got back to my apartment at 4:30 in the morning...It's one o'clock now and I have so much crap to do. Laundry take hours since A) it's Saturday and it's the middle of the day and B) there's only three machines for the entire building.
Plus I have to go food-shopping. Staci, my sorority sister and neighbor, is coming over for dinner tonight, and then we're pregaming at her apartment before going to ur mixer with the ghetto frat, Sig Ep.
Phobia of the Day: Bathmophobia- Fear of stairs or steep slopes
Until my next ramble
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