Lise Posted July 19, 2009 Report Posted July 19, 2009 Eli that doesn't sound like much fun but it was a good story to read, none the less. My moan: I can feel a cold coming on. YUCK!
~Lynd~ Posted July 19, 2009 Report Posted July 19, 2009 Oh boy, do I have a tale for you! A group of my friends and I decided to go out. I was very determined to go out tonight since I knew my crush was also going out. But I didn't have any money, except just about enough to get into the club we go to. So, I manage to invite myself to a pre party, I manage to get a friend to offer for me to stay over at her place (my parents were away and only came home a couple of hours ago), manage to score a ride to the pre party, I even manage to score a free ride to the club, so that we could cancel the taxi, and I even managed to weasel my way out of allegations of planned drinking from my mother. All great, and at the pre party I even managed to get the juuuust right amount of drunk, by getting a glass of wine here and a glass of wine there. (a good trick is to make sure to bribe the ones who really fill up your glass often with candy, and they'll keep doing it. It works.) So when we get downtown I leave my stuff at my friend, let's call her P's house, because that's where I'm staying, and then we head to the club. Then I realize I left my ID at home because I "only had cash and didn't need my card." Smart! But I figure it's okay, because I've been to the club many times, and they've NEVER asked me to show ID. Not once. Until tonight. I was asked three times (although the last two I had my ticket stamp, so it was okay) and the first time my immediate response, like a true 14 year old trying to get it: "I swear, I've been here before, I'm born om the 5th of December 1990, all these other people I'm with are born in 1990 and 1989! Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" And then luckily, one of the guards grabs my arm, looks at me and recognized me. So I get in, yay! And who's the FIRST person I run into, while hanging my jacket? My crush! So I talk to him, give him a hug and he says he'll see me later. I'm thinking this is going great. And it's all downhill from there. After being practically ignored by my crush, who's apparently also shy, people now tell me, I decide to give up and go home, as I hear P already went home. I call her, and she says she didn't go home, but to her boyfriend's sister, so she suggests I find one of the other girls because her mother could drive me home. Grrrreat, no place to stay, I have to go home. Fine. Of course I don't have any credits left on my phone card, and neither do I have this girl's number. I manage to get the number, and I manage to borrow a phone from my friend's... I don't know... Friend? I know who he is, and my mother was his teacher for three years, but I don't really know him Anyway, he lends me his phone, and no one picks up. I try another friend. Doesn't pick up. I cave and call my mother (who SAID she'd pick me up if I needed her to, as long as it wasn't too late, like 3 or 4). Well, it was 1.45, and she didn't pick up. So I call my dad, and guess what? Same old story. Feeling guilty I give back the guy's phone, and later I borrow another guy's phone and try to call them again. Still no answer. And I don't have enough money to take cab either. So, and you gotta give it to me, I don't give up easily, I do try EVERYTHING... just when I'm reaaally desperate, an idea dawns on me, and I go back to the entrance desk, where a guy I went to elementary school works. He's a year younger than me, I hated him in elementary school, but I know who he is, he knows who I am, and his brother was in my class. So anyway, I ask him is he knows ANYONE planning on driving in the south direction any time tonight, so he calls his friend (he was really friendly and helpful. I should stop hating him for teasing me and my friend with stupid rhymes in the third grade now I think. I'll think about it.) but he was already home... The guards at the desk felt really sorry for me, and I think they were about to offer to lend me money for a cab, or to drive me home after their shift (the upside of living in a small town. People know who you are, and the other guy at the desk went to my junior high) but then P text messages me and tells me the others are still at the club (I tried to find them earlier, but couldn't) so I go back in and try to find them. Finally I find a ride, but I have to wait for all the others to want to go home. And since I was pretty tired by then I ended up waiting for an hour before they gave up the dancing and decided to go home. So my other friend's mom drove me home, but of course my key was in the bag I left at P's house... So I dive (literally) into the booth we use to store wood, to find the spare key. Which isn't there (prime suspect: my sister). So I have to ring the doorbell, and when that doesn't work I actually have to tap on my parents' window to get them to lock me in. My alcohol-related conservative parents, whom I told I was only going to a girl's night with dinner, and then staying over. My dad actually wasn't mad or anything, but still... What a night. The moral of the story: don't trust your friends when they say you can stay at their place, and always bring candy if you want people to give you alcohol. That made me literally LOL.Sorry!Did you think about asking your crush for a ride?The perfect excuse to spend some time with him...
Eli Posted July 19, 2009 Report Posted July 19, 2009 Hehe, don't worry, you're allowed to laugh, it was pretty comic I couldn't have asked him. Firstly I knew he didn't have his car with his, as he lives pretty close and would just walk, plus he had been drinking even more than I had, so it probably wouldn't have been the brightest idea anyway
Laura Posted July 19, 2009 Report Posted July 19, 2009 One of my best friends isn't talking to me anymore
Ashleigh <3 Lincoln Posted July 20, 2009 Report Posted July 20, 2009 COLD COLD COLD - need I say more? -
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