last night was a crazy fucking night. i can't even sum it all up into a quick blog, so let me elaborate:
-i had work from 4:30-10:30 and i worked with my friends edgar and nicole. it was good times, and nicole and i got complained about a couple times for joking about obese girls in tube tops and mini skirts while they were apparently within earshot.
-i got off work half an hour early and hung out in the back of the theater with a bunch of my friends at work. we smoked cloves and just talked about things, it was pretty nice. i met this new girl, gillian, who everyone else had already known (that's the downside of being in box office. you don't get to meet a lot of new people). we all waited for nicole to get off her shift, and then when she did we went to denny's.
-at denny's we all talked and apparently some really attractive (but really obnoxious?) customer had given gillian his business card with his number on it and she was too chicken shit to do anything about it. naturally, being the gifted public speaker that i am, called the number while the entire table (about 10 people from work) silenced. i talked to this guy and being overtly sexual and making references to how "i" love his "manmusk." we had some laughs and the entire table thought it was fucking hillarious. this went on for another five minutes or so before he invited "me" and my girlfriends to a bar in placentia that apparently doesn't card. we told him we'd meet him there and hung up.
-everyone was in high spirits and excited about the bar. keep in mind there were three girls (myself included) and seven guys who were up for it. we (being the females) didn't think it was a big deal since we were meeting this guy and his friends because there were three of us and we had seven guys with us anyways. after we got out of denny's, a couple of the guys bailed on us, leaving the final count with three girls (me, nicole, and gillian) and three guys (josh, edgar, and andy). we took two cars and drove around for a couple hours just fucking around and half-trying to find this bar, but by the time we got there it was 2:30 and naturally, it was closed. we called the guy and he told us they were at their friend's apartment next to the bar so to just stay in the parking lot and he'd come get us.
-the guy (his name's brandon, by the way) came and got us and we all went inside. we were greeted by six other guys between the ages of 19 and 23 and some 45ish year old guy they called ken the swede who allegedly has a couple warrants out for his arrest in sweden for murder. that scared josh and gillian off immediately and they were digging for excuses to leave.
-all six of brandon's friends were eying edgar and talking down to him because he's a 6'0'' 142lb mexican. edgar has a tendency to say stupid shit when he feels threatened, so he stepped out of the apartment because he knew starting a fight that he was obviously going to lose was probably a bad idea. josh and gillan followed him, leaving nicole, andy, and myself alone in the apartment with these guys.
-the guys in the room reminded nicole and i of our brother's friends, so we weren't freaked out like the rest were. andy was doing pretty well for himself, too. josh, edgar, and gillian kept calling our phones and telling us to run, to get out of there as soon as possible, that nothing but bad shit was going to go down. our phone speakers are really loud so the guys all heard them trying to get us out. they started calling them pussies and then they handed andy, nicole, and i heinekens and said we were legit for not being bitches like our friends. we were kind of glad because that meant that there wasn't going to be any tension between anyone who was there.
-nicole and i got out of the apartment and went to the parking lot where josh, edgar, and gillian were waiting in gillian's car. we told them we were fine and that we'd leave in a couple minutes, but if something bad was going to happen, then it wouldn't be a good idea to all bolt at the same time. they finally left and we went back to the apartment.
-ken the swede decided that he wanted to pour four shots of scotch (one of my favorite alcoholic drinks) and he gave them to andy, nicole, me, and brandon. nicole had to drive so she pawned her shot off one of brandon's friends. andy didn't drink it, and brandon and his friend and i slang it back. as soon as i did, i chased it with a heineken, but there was something weird about the drink. i'm a half mexican/half irish girl -- i'm pretty much born to drink. i've had my fair share of alcohol (and then some) but for some reason, i knew something was wrong. ken the swede was smiling as i dragged nicole by the hand to the patio and vomited over the balcony.
-while nicole was talking to brandon's friends (brandon was inside with ken the swede putting on music) andy told me that when nicole and i had left then all the guys were asking him how close he was to us and that they wanted to fuck us. he told me that ken the swede slipped something in my shot, which is why i threw up. he told me we were leaving in five minutes, but just to play it cool. i trust andy more than a lot of people i know, so i definitely agreed.
-i started dry heaving over the side of the building again when brandon came and started rubbing my back. he kept telling me i was pretty and that he's glad nicole and i stayed rather than pussying out like gillian, who is the girl he had wanted to come in the first place. he kept touching me and putting his hands all over me, but i was a little too concerned with my projectile functions to care at the time. nicole saw the situation and came over and was holding my hand. i smoked a clove to get the taste of vomit out of my mouth and brandon asked me if i wanted to go "lay down" for a while and andy took that as the indicator to get out. he gave the guys some believable lie and we were out of there.
-on our way back, we got a call from our manager at work. apparently, josh and gillian had told on us and our manager was telling us to come back to the theater (that's where a whole bunch of people were still hanging out) and he was worried about us. we went back to the theater, assured them we were all fine (although i was still a little nausaeous (sp?) and hung out for a while.
-around 3:45, i left the theater and headed to west covina where i had to house-sit for my sister. i took the 57 to the 60 and drove around for a while, looking for citrus. my car was running on empty and i was a little scared. i pulled over at the best lit gas station i could see, pumped my car full of gas, and got back on the freeway. 20 more minutes past before i knew i took a wrong turn. whatever ken the swede had slipped in my drink was starting to act up because i was getting sweaty, dizzy, paranoid, and i started crying. i pulled over and threw up more out of my car and called andy who told me i had gotten on the wrong freeway. i was supposed to take the 10, not the 60. after i composed myself a little, i got onto the right freeway and finally got to my sisters. i went to look under the mat for the key, but it wasn't there. apparently my sister had left it at her in-laws house (a couple streets away) and i had to drive there, get the key, and drive back to her house, all while in tears because i was scared and tired and sick. i finally got inside and collapsed on her bed.
-edgar called me and felt really bad about ditching me and nicole. he was just trying to watch his own back and he didn't really think of anything else but not getting into a fight. i told him it was fine and that i was going to bed. andy called too, to make sure i was okay. i told him i was sick and he was about to get on the freeway and drive over to take care of me, but i told him not to and that i'd be fine. nicole texted me to tell me that i was the most bad ass chick she's ever known and that she loves me. i never heard from josh and gillian.
well that was my night in a nutshell. i'm sorry if it sounds like a bad episode of the OC. :/
always,
-k.
-i had work from 4:30-10:30 and i worked with my friends edgar and nicole. it was good times, and nicole and i got complained about a couple times for joking about obese girls in tube tops and mini skirts while they were apparently within earshot.
-i got off work half an hour early and hung out in the back of the theater with a bunch of my friends at work. we smoked cloves and just talked about things, it was pretty nice. i met this new girl, gillian, who everyone else had already known (that's the downside of being in box office. you don't get to meet a lot of new people). we all waited for nicole to get off her shift, and then when she did we went to denny's.
-at denny's we all talked and apparently some really attractive (but really obnoxious?) customer had given gillian his business card with his number on it and she was too chicken shit to do anything about it. naturally, being the gifted public speaker that i am, called the number while the entire table (about 10 people from work) silenced. i talked to this guy and being overtly sexual and making references to how "i" love his "manmusk." we had some laughs and the entire table thought it was fucking hillarious. this went on for another five minutes or so before he invited "me" and my girlfriends to a bar in placentia that apparently doesn't card. we told him we'd meet him there and hung up.
-everyone was in high spirits and excited about the bar. keep in mind there were three girls (myself included) and seven guys who were up for it. we (being the females) didn't think it was a big deal since we were meeting this guy and his friends because there were three of us and we had seven guys with us anyways. after we got out of denny's, a couple of the guys bailed on us, leaving the final count with three girls (me, nicole, and gillian) and three guys (josh, edgar, and andy). we took two cars and drove around for a couple hours just fucking around and half-trying to find this bar, but by the time we got there it was 2:30 and naturally, it was closed. we called the guy and he told us they were at their friend's apartment next to the bar so to just stay in the parking lot and he'd come get us.
-the guy (his name's brandon, by the way) came and got us and we all went inside. we were greeted by six other guys between the ages of 19 and 23 and some 45ish year old guy they called ken the swede who allegedly has a couple warrants out for his arrest in sweden for murder. that scared josh and gillian off immediately and they were digging for excuses to leave.
-all six of brandon's friends were eying edgar and talking down to him because he's a 6'0'' 142lb mexican. edgar has a tendency to say stupid shit when he feels threatened, so he stepped out of the apartment because he knew starting a fight that he was obviously going to lose was probably a bad idea. josh and gillan followed him, leaving nicole, andy, and myself alone in the apartment with these guys.
-the guys in the room reminded nicole and i of our brother's friends, so we weren't freaked out like the rest were. andy was doing pretty well for himself, too. josh, edgar, and gillian kept calling our phones and telling us to run, to get out of there as soon as possible, that nothing but bad shit was going to go down. our phone speakers are really loud so the guys all heard them trying to get us out. they started calling them pussies and then they handed andy, nicole, and i heinekens and said we were legit for not being bitches like our friends. we were kind of glad because that meant that there wasn't going to be any tension between anyone who was there.
-nicole and i got out of the apartment and went to the parking lot where josh, edgar, and gillian were waiting in gillian's car. we told them we were fine and that we'd leave in a couple minutes, but if something bad was going to happen, then it wouldn't be a good idea to all bolt at the same time. they finally left and we went back to the apartment.
-ken the swede decided that he wanted to pour four shots of scotch (one of my favorite alcoholic drinks) and he gave them to andy, nicole, me, and brandon. nicole had to drive so she pawned her shot off one of brandon's friends. andy didn't drink it, and brandon and his friend and i slang it back. as soon as i did, i chased it with a heineken, but there was something weird about the drink. i'm a half mexican/half irish girl -- i'm pretty much born to drink. i've had my fair share of alcohol (and then some) but for some reason, i knew something was wrong. ken the swede was smiling as i dragged nicole by the hand to the patio and vomited over the balcony.
-while nicole was talking to brandon's friends (brandon was inside with ken the swede putting on music) andy told me that when nicole and i had left then all the guys were asking him how close he was to us and that they wanted to fuck us. he told me that ken the swede slipped something in my shot, which is why i threw up. he told me we were leaving in five minutes, but just to play it cool. i trust andy more than a lot of people i know, so i definitely agreed.
-i started dry heaving over the side of the building again when brandon came and started rubbing my back. he kept telling me i was pretty and that he's glad nicole and i stayed rather than pussying out like gillian, who is the girl he had wanted to come in the first place. he kept touching me and putting his hands all over me, but i was a little too concerned with my projectile functions to care at the time. nicole saw the situation and came over and was holding my hand. i smoked a clove to get the taste of vomit out of my mouth and brandon asked me if i wanted to go "lay down" for a while and andy took that as the indicator to get out. he gave the guys some believable lie and we were out of there.
-on our way back, we got a call from our manager at work. apparently, josh and gillian had told on us and our manager was telling us to come back to the theater (that's where a whole bunch of people were still hanging out) and he was worried about us. we went back to the theater, assured them we were all fine (although i was still a little nausaeous (sp?) and hung out for a while.
-around 3:45, i left the theater and headed to west covina where i had to house-sit for my sister. i took the 57 to the 60 and drove around for a while, looking for citrus. my car was running on empty and i was a little scared. i pulled over at the best lit gas station i could see, pumped my car full of gas, and got back on the freeway. 20 more minutes past before i knew i took a wrong turn. whatever ken the swede had slipped in my drink was starting to act up because i was getting sweaty, dizzy, paranoid, and i started crying. i pulled over and threw up more out of my car and called andy who told me i had gotten on the wrong freeway. i was supposed to take the 10, not the 60. after i composed myself a little, i got onto the right freeway and finally got to my sisters. i went to look under the mat for the key, but it wasn't there. apparently my sister had left it at her in-laws house (a couple streets away) and i had to drive there, get the key, and drive back to her house, all while in tears because i was scared and tired and sick. i finally got inside and collapsed on her bed.
-edgar called me and felt really bad about ditching me and nicole. he was just trying to watch his own back and he didn't really think of anything else but not getting into a fight. i told him it was fine and that i was going to bed. andy called too, to make sure i was okay. i told him i was sick and he was about to get on the freeway and drive over to take care of me, but i told him not to and that i'd be fine. nicole texted me to tell me that i was the most bad ass chick she's ever known and that she loves me. i never heard from josh and gillian.
well that was my night in a nutshell. i'm sorry if it sounds like a bad episode of the OC. :/
always,
-k.
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