Fast and Furious cont'd (again) 8/31/2003
I left Erin’s at about 10 am…I couldn’t stand being in her room anymore…she sleeps with two fans blasting in our faces plus a radio. I figured I’d be all productive by driving around the area to get used to it, doing errands, etc. Yeah…I made it to the ATM to take out money for groceries and then proceeded to get into a major accident on Vestal Parkway. The incident is still too painful to talk about…I basically rear ended one car, and then accidentally put the car in reverse and smashed up someone’s front hood. On top of everything, the cop was a nasty bastard to me. As the topping on the cake, he found my fake ID (Becca’s license) and took it away. I’ll go into details another time, but since I still have nightmares about being hauled off to prison, I’m changing the topic.
That night I was in no mood to go out so I stayed in and cleaned my apartment while watching the VMA’s. Watching Eminem beat up a mentally retarded puppet was probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen….
The next night I had planned on staying in because A) I lost my fake and B) I was not in the mood to party when all I could think about was the accident and my now fucked up hood of my car. Big and Maria and me were hanging out in Maria’s room watching some movie on BET when Big decided she wanted Chinese food. We couldn’t find a place that delivered so we went to pick it up. A massive thunderstorm had just ended so it was wet and disgusting outside. We acted like idiots, laughing hysterically as we attempted to cross a highway in order to get food. We spent most of the night in Maria’s room snacking on Chinese and being goofy. I was having fun for the first time since the accident…I should not have answered my phone. But I did, and Erin was on the line, upset because Lauren and Christine had ditched her and she wanted to go out. I like Erin, but I think she occasionally uses me…But anyway, I was a schmuck and left Maria and Big and our Chinese food night to walk over to Erin’s apartment.
A girl in my sorority, May, chalked my ID so incredibly well that I almost believed that it was a real ID. The night was OK. Christine’s little sister was visiting and she was having a blast getting drunk and being at a club with college students. It made me nostalgic for the times when I was sixteen and visiting Becca up at school. Everyone treated me like a queen and bought me shots; after all, nothing’s funnier than seeing a tenth grader blasted…So the night was fun, I got to dance a lot (when my friends weren’t dragging me around, looking for other people or going for a bathroom run) and the music was good. Erin was unhappy because she didn’t hook up that night. That’s how Erin measures a good night. Now, not that’s a bad thing, but that shouldn’t be the only thing you look for when having fun. A good night, to me, is being able to just dance for thirty minutes without someone saying “I have to find so and so (or “I need to puke”)…come with me?” I honestly enjoy just dancing around with my friends, just being silly. Yea, it’s awesome when you meet a cool guy when you’re out, but if you don’t, so what? The night was pretty good overall, and Christine’s sister is as funny as hell.
Erin and I walked back to her apartment and I ended up sleeping on the couch. She had invited this guy she’d been crushing on to her apartment and he was supposed to get there at three am. I passed out on the couch at around 2:30…She woke me up at 3:15 to complain that he wasn’t there yet and that she was bummed out. I think I gave her good advice and told her not to worry. I remember her telling me that if he’s not here in twenty minutes that she’d come back and wake me. I’m not sure what waking me up from a dead sleep is going to do to help her from being bummed…..Luckily for the both of us, he came over, so Erin got lucky and I got to sleep for the rest of the night without being woken up again.
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