Last night was my friend Rebecca's birthday party. At about 11:30 we gathered our crew and headed up there.
You know those parties where there are just way way too many people in a small apartment? This was one of them. We had trouble getting inside of the place.
By the time we got there, all the beer was gone. In fact, all of the booze was gone except for a bottle of Evan Williams. Of course, all of the chasers were gone too. So, Vladdic put about four or five shots into a plastic cup for me, and I was set. For a while.
We hung out for a while, then our friend decided to go on a beer run for us. While he ws gone, the party went completely dry, except for assorted secret stashes. For instance, Jay slipped some 151 into my coke.
When they returned with more beer (it took a while; it was 1:00am and we were in Chamblee, so they had to drive to Atlanta to buy it) our crew quickly sequestered our beer and went outside to hide it in the trunk of Catie's car.
Outside this guy in a baseball shirt and shorts walked up to us and asked if we knew who lived in such and such an apartment. We figured he was just some guy headed for the party, so we told him.
Unfortunately, he wasn't just some guy. he was a cop who had come (in plain clothes for some fucking reason) to respond to a noise complaint against the party. He walked up on us right when we were filling the trunk of the car with beer.
Unfortunately, the people I was outside with missed that whole "I'm a cop" thing. When he asked how many people were inside, one of them said "A LOT of people!" Then, when he noticed all the beer, he asked us if we were planning on driving. No, I responded, we were jsut stashing the beer in the trunk. He asked if we were spending the night (with the exception of Catie, we are all very drunk), to which I responded yes, we are. But, of course, one of my friends decides to chime in right about there. "No, we're going home, we're not staying here, what are you talking about Dave."
Guh. Idiots.
Anyway, so the cop clears the party, and everyone takes off. We decided that it's too damn early to turn in, so a friend of mine announced that we could move the party to her place, which is in my building. I was running around telling everyone this and generally arranging directions and drivers since several people were far too drunk to drive.
One of my friends then says "I bet there was no cop, I bet it was just a rumor," to which I respond, "nope, that guy standing over there is a cop." This is when yet another of my stupid friends decides to yell out "Who's a cop? If there is a cop here I'll fucking kill him; I fucking hate fucking narcs man."
Guh. IDIOTS.
I turned around and saw the cop walking towards us, so I went and tried to calm him down. Either I succeeded or I distracted him for long enough, because by the time I was through talking with him most everyone was in a car. Catie and I were going to make another trip up to pick up everyone else. About this time I am very very pissed off because pretty much everyone else, whether they were drunk or sober, had served to make the situation worse. Seriously, a bunch of people came damn close to getting arrested.
Anyway, we finally get everyone back to our friend's apartment (and on the way back saw the same cop cruising the apartment complex in his car, which pretty much puts any doubt to rest) and start the party again. It was fun. Kyle pushed Vladdic around the parking lot in a shopping cart with his car. Some kids were breakdancing in the living room. I decided to get thoroughly more drunk than I was, and succeeded.
Catie got so high that someone would say a word and she would literally fall over laughing. This is why our complex rules; there are never any cops or noise complaints no matter what.
At one point, Catie turned to me and screamed "If you ate this you would die!" and help out what looked to be a cheese cracker. So, naturally, I grabbed it and stuck it in my mouth. Everyone around me recoiled in horror.
"David," yelled Catie, "I can't believe you just ate a cheese and peanut butter cracker!"
Fuck. For anyone who doesn't know, I am mildly allergic to cheese, but peanuts pretty much make me die, or at least send me to the hospital trying to claw my own esophagus open. I guess I was pretty drunk, because I didn't even taste the peanut butter. Anyway, I spit it out and everything was fine. I'm very glad I didn't swallow it though.
The previously mentioned awesome-girl-who-lives-downstairs showed up for a few minutes. When she left I got all pissed off because she has a boyfriend.
Then the stoned kids decided that they needed to drive to MacDonalds and get breakfast. I tried to tell them that none of them could walk, or even stay awake, so driving was not an option.
I'm not sure if they ended up going or not.
About this point I came home and turned in because I was getting ornery and I didn't particularly feel like fighting with anyone.
What a fucking ridiculous night. But, Becca seemed to have a good birthday so it was all worth it.
You know those parties where there are just way way too many people in a small apartment? This was one of them. We had trouble getting inside of the place.
By the time we got there, all the beer was gone. In fact, all of the booze was gone except for a bottle of Evan Williams. Of course, all of the chasers were gone too. So, Vladdic put about four or five shots into a plastic cup for me, and I was set. For a while.
We hung out for a while, then our friend decided to go on a beer run for us. While he ws gone, the party went completely dry, except for assorted secret stashes. For instance, Jay slipped some 151 into my coke.
When they returned with more beer (it took a while; it was 1:00am and we were in Chamblee, so they had to drive to Atlanta to buy it) our crew quickly sequestered our beer and went outside to hide it in the trunk of Catie's car.
Outside this guy in a baseball shirt and shorts walked up to us and asked if we knew who lived in such and such an apartment. We figured he was just some guy headed for the party, so we told him.
Unfortunately, he wasn't just some guy. he was a cop who had come (in plain clothes for some fucking reason) to respond to a noise complaint against the party. He walked up on us right when we were filling the trunk of the car with beer.
Unfortunately, the people I was outside with missed that whole "I'm a cop" thing. When he asked how many people were inside, one of them said "A LOT of people!" Then, when he noticed all the beer, he asked us if we were planning on driving. No, I responded, we were jsut stashing the beer in the trunk. He asked if we were spending the night (with the exception of Catie, we are all very drunk), to which I responded yes, we are. But, of course, one of my friends decides to chime in right about there. "No, we're going home, we're not staying here, what are you talking about Dave."
Guh. Idiots.
Anyway, so the cop clears the party, and everyone takes off. We decided that it's too damn early to turn in, so a friend of mine announced that we could move the party to her place, which is in my building. I was running around telling everyone this and generally arranging directions and drivers since several people were far too drunk to drive.
One of my friends then says "I bet there was no cop, I bet it was just a rumor," to which I respond, "nope, that guy standing over there is a cop." This is when yet another of my stupid friends decides to yell out "Who's a cop? If there is a cop here I'll fucking kill him; I fucking hate fucking narcs man."
Guh. IDIOTS.
I turned around and saw the cop walking towards us, so I went and tried to calm him down. Either I succeeded or I distracted him for long enough, because by the time I was through talking with him most everyone was in a car. Catie and I were going to make another trip up to pick up everyone else. About this time I am very very pissed off because pretty much everyone else, whether they were drunk or sober, had served to make the situation worse. Seriously, a bunch of people came damn close to getting arrested.
Anyway, we finally get everyone back to our friend's apartment (and on the way back saw the same cop cruising the apartment complex in his car, which pretty much puts any doubt to rest) and start the party again. It was fun. Kyle pushed Vladdic around the parking lot in a shopping cart with his car. Some kids were breakdancing in the living room. I decided to get thoroughly more drunk than I was, and succeeded.
Catie got so high that someone would say a word and she would literally fall over laughing. This is why our complex rules; there are never any cops or noise complaints no matter what.
At one point, Catie turned to me and screamed "If you ate this you would die!" and help out what looked to be a cheese cracker. So, naturally, I grabbed it and stuck it in my mouth. Everyone around me recoiled in horror.
"David," yelled Catie, "I can't believe you just ate a cheese and peanut butter cracker!"
Fuck. For anyone who doesn't know, I am mildly allergic to cheese, but peanuts pretty much make me die, or at least send me to the hospital trying to claw my own esophagus open. I guess I was pretty drunk, because I didn't even taste the peanut butter. Anyway, I spit it out and everything was fine. I'm very glad I didn't swallow it though.
The previously mentioned awesome-girl-who-lives-downstairs showed up for a few minutes. When she left I got all pissed off because she has a boyfriend.
Then the stoned kids decided that they needed to drive to MacDonalds and get breakfast. I tried to tell them that none of them could walk, or even stay awake, so driving was not an option.
I'm not sure if they ended up going or not.
About this point I came home and turned in because I was getting ornery and I didn't particularly feel like fighting with anyone.
What a fucking ridiculous night. But, Becca seemed to have a good birthday so it was all worth it.
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scopitone6248:
OK, now I'm sober. What hath been foiled now?
scopitone6248:
Damn, I think there will be pictures of my exploits floating around soon... 