PART TWO (must read previous entry for full appreciation):
Let's see where was I. Oh yeah. So by the time whe got to the Superdome (I forgot it was called that - thanks Tues. - and oh, they weren't locals) I was completely wasted (and under 21) Somebody dropped a glass bottle It might have been me. All I remember is blurily watching some trucks crush cars and then J. turned to me and said "Can I kiss you?" and I said "Well being since you don't have herpes... okay."
The next thing I remember was being escorted out by the cops. I thought they were just making us leave and I didn't realize they were actually arresting us until they cuffed me. Then I puked all over them. Then they slammed my head into the car several times. Luckily I was drunk enough that it was just sort of annoying.
When we got to the station I puked a lot more and they let me use the bathroom and they made me take out my piercings and I couldn't remember my social security number.
They also seemed to think I was a prostitute (I was wearing a black nightgown, knee high boots and fishnet stockings because thats what I wear sometimes). I just kept telling them I wasn't until they believed me. I think my new friends (the other guys) talked to them too.
Then they literally threw me - hard - into a holding sell where everyone else actually was a prostitute and really nice. I was freezing and bruised and cut up and one of the women gave me her sweatshirt and they were all giving me legal advice.
Still drunk and with very little logic I used my one phonecall to call my old roomate in CANADA. Yeah, thats helpfull. It was also in a later timezone and like 4 am or something.
J. snuck over to my cell during his one phonecall and slipped a note under the door like "are you okay?" The other women wrote my responce for me like "yes, bruised but okay, can I have money for lawyer?" Which was upsetting because I never would have asked for money.
We were charged with "Public Drunkeness" and "Disturbing The Peace" (making out) - apparently some parent had complained to security.
I remembered my pin code so I was able to post bail and get out eventually. J. was too wasted to remember so he ended up getting fully booked, moved, strip searched. He did get a nice OPP shirt though...
In the morning the guys came and picked me up and we went back for J. later.
There is so much more to this story and it is toooo beee cuntinyooooed.
Let's see where was I. Oh yeah. So by the time whe got to the Superdome (I forgot it was called that - thanks Tues. - and oh, they weren't locals) I was completely wasted (and under 21) Somebody dropped a glass bottle It might have been me. All I remember is blurily watching some trucks crush cars and then J. turned to me and said "Can I kiss you?" and I said "Well being since you don't have herpes... okay."
The next thing I remember was being escorted out by the cops. I thought they were just making us leave and I didn't realize they were actually arresting us until they cuffed me. Then I puked all over them. Then they slammed my head into the car several times. Luckily I was drunk enough that it was just sort of annoying.
When we got to the station I puked a lot more and they let me use the bathroom and they made me take out my piercings and I couldn't remember my social security number.
They also seemed to think I was a prostitute (I was wearing a black nightgown, knee high boots and fishnet stockings because thats what I wear sometimes). I just kept telling them I wasn't until they believed me. I think my new friends (the other guys) talked to them too.
Then they literally threw me - hard - into a holding sell where everyone else actually was a prostitute and really nice. I was freezing and bruised and cut up and one of the women gave me her sweatshirt and they were all giving me legal advice.
Still drunk and with very little logic I used my one phonecall to call my old roomate in CANADA. Yeah, thats helpfull. It was also in a later timezone and like 4 am or something.
J. snuck over to my cell during his one phonecall and slipped a note under the door like "are you okay?" The other women wrote my responce for me like "yes, bruised but okay, can I have money for lawyer?" Which was upsetting because I never would have asked for money.
We were charged with "Public Drunkeness" and "Disturbing The Peace" (making out) - apparently some parent had complained to security.
I remembered my pin code so I was able to post bail and get out eventually. J. was too wasted to remember so he ended up getting fully booked, moved, strip searched. He did get a nice OPP shirt though...
In the morning the guys came and picked me up and we went back for J. later.
There is so much more to this story and it is toooo beee cuntinyooooed.
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what an incredible story////