I just got back to my dorm from my Mardi Gras break, being in a Louisiana College we get actually get a break for this.
Despite not going to one of those parades infested with alcohol and bead seeking flasher chicks i had an odd but enjoyable time.
I got home on friday, pretty late too so i just hung around and did nothing. Just enjoyed being in my room which is twice as big as this damn dorm room, and the bed is 4 times as big (loads better).
Besides, saturday was gonna be the day.
I managed to get most of my friends into town from their various colleges, and was even lucky enough to have one on break from the Air Force. So we all gathered at my house as planned and drank a shit load of vodka and rum. Of the group i think Nick took it the worst because 15 minutes into the drinkin he was shirtless, wearing a cheap Darth Vader mask he found. 40 minutes from then he was laying on the floor upstairs pantsless and unwilling to move....he's an odd one.
Sunday everyone was sleeping it off (becuase not only do we drink we do so til the next day). Things were uneventful til Tuesday, my last day in town.
I got some friends to go and see Ghost Rider...cuz i'm a comic nerd and it looked kewl. It was a good movie but a little afterwards i ended up driving the guys to a fight.
Corey gets word his cousin and some guys are gonna go and handle some other guys over something (i think its all stupid and i had no part in it).
In the end we end up in a church parking lot watchin this guy get his ass kicked and no one can jump in to help cuz the other guys have guns.
I stayed in the car and didn't know any of this stuff, but i kinda picked up when the guys jumped into the Mustang and told me to get the hell outta there, it didn't seem urgent until the black guys started popping off a few shoots...then i got the fuck outta there.
All of this followed by trying to act like nothing happened so we wouldn't freak out Corey's mom.
Knowing these guys is more trouble than its worth.
Despite not going to one of those parades infested with alcohol and bead seeking flasher chicks i had an odd but enjoyable time.
I got home on friday, pretty late too so i just hung around and did nothing. Just enjoyed being in my room which is twice as big as this damn dorm room, and the bed is 4 times as big (loads better).
Besides, saturday was gonna be the day.
I managed to get most of my friends into town from their various colleges, and was even lucky enough to have one on break from the Air Force. So we all gathered at my house as planned and drank a shit load of vodka and rum. Of the group i think Nick took it the worst because 15 minutes into the drinkin he was shirtless, wearing a cheap Darth Vader mask he found. 40 minutes from then he was laying on the floor upstairs pantsless and unwilling to move....he's an odd one.
Sunday everyone was sleeping it off (becuase not only do we drink we do so til the next day). Things were uneventful til Tuesday, my last day in town.
I got some friends to go and see Ghost Rider...cuz i'm a comic nerd and it looked kewl. It was a good movie but a little afterwards i ended up driving the guys to a fight.
Corey gets word his cousin and some guys are gonna go and handle some other guys over something (i think its all stupid and i had no part in it).
In the end we end up in a church parking lot watchin this guy get his ass kicked and no one can jump in to help cuz the other guys have guns.
I stayed in the car and didn't know any of this stuff, but i kinda picked up when the guys jumped into the Mustang and told me to get the hell outta there, it didn't seem urgent until the black guys started popping off a few shoots...then i got the fuck outta there.
All of this followed by trying to act like nothing happened so we wouldn't freak out Corey's mom.
Knowing these guys is more trouble than its worth.