wow...tonight was wild. much fun was had. i went to my homie dan(who i went to boreding skool with. i've seen him a couple times around skool where we've exchanged numbers and told each other to keep in touch...finally we have lived up to these expectations.)'s party. oh my god is he hot. unfortunately, he has a girlfriend. she's super cute. anyway, i got drunk as hell, talked to a bunch of cool guys about music and stuff, got to smoke a bit, got to jock the cute dj, and actually shook my ass in this dude's living room.
dan, my best friend whitney, a few other guys and i decided to break from the party for a minute to go to the mexican joint around the block. whitney and i were being drunk and rowdy....we ran into this guy we went to middle skool with. she was talking to him for awhile. at the same time, this boy walks up to me (that i was looking at, like i think this is so and so...) and was like, laura? i was like werd, i thought it was you. anyhow, i went to skool with this kid up until about 5th grade. we ran into each other once about a year ago; i was drunk as hell (this seems to be a common theme) and i took his number down, then lost it...d'oh. so anyway, this time i gave him my number and stuff.
so then dan and his homies decide to go back to the party, whitney and i are like werd, we're going to bounce...so dan's like call me, yada yada, we'll chill..ok werd. so, onward. we walk halfway down the block to see the guy whitney had been talking to in the burrito hole, who we had gone to middle skool with. turns out he's a dj/emcee in ny, i was like werd, i'll be out there with you next year. he was wearing this shirt with all these different little pictures on it..he was like it represents hip hop. i was like where's the dj, where's the emceee, where's the graffer...he's like hip hop is about being pregnant (one of the pictures corresponded.) then he was like what do you know about hip hop? i laughed and told him i'm a dj. he's ilke what do you spin...i was like, duh....hip hop, mother fucker. anyway, so we all spoke for a minute, they swapped numbers, then this girl walks out of the bar...i was like whoa, you look mad familiar...turns out i know her from my early childhood too. i remembered her name and all.
so we then walked back toward the party (more importantly, toward the homie's car,,) i was like yo, i gotta pee. she was like yeh, me too. so i was like, let's go right here. so in the middle of the block, we stopped next to someone's house, pulled down our pants, grabbed the fence and did our business...i was cracking the fuck up; we were practically pissing in someone's lawn...so then we're finsihing up, and i see someone walk by as we're laughing and screaming about this shit. wow. that was a trip.
onward....we're about a half a block away from her car, and who do we run into: the chow. this kid...wow. he's on some other shit. what a shady mother fucker...anyway, we used to hang out with this dude all the fucking time back in the day. he was our drug buddy. she spots him and is like yo, fuck you biatch...i'm like ha ha, it's the chow!! so we stand around talking to this fucker and his homie for awhile..what a dork.. we tried to drive back around once we left him so that he would smoke with us. unfortunately, we couldn't find him, oh well...
from then on, things went downhill, so this is where i stop. my homie josh is trying to get me to go to subT. i really wanna go chill, drink, and listen to some hip hop with the homies, but i'm kinda beat....it's been a long night.
dan, my best friend whitney, a few other guys and i decided to break from the party for a minute to go to the mexican joint around the block. whitney and i were being drunk and rowdy....we ran into this guy we went to middle skool with. she was talking to him for awhile. at the same time, this boy walks up to me (that i was looking at, like i think this is so and so...) and was like, laura? i was like werd, i thought it was you. anyhow, i went to skool with this kid up until about 5th grade. we ran into each other once about a year ago; i was drunk as hell (this seems to be a common theme) and i took his number down, then lost it...d'oh. so anyway, this time i gave him my number and stuff.
so then dan and his homies decide to go back to the party, whitney and i are like werd, we're going to bounce...so dan's like call me, yada yada, we'll chill..ok werd. so, onward. we walk halfway down the block to see the guy whitney had been talking to in the burrito hole, who we had gone to middle skool with. turns out he's a dj/emcee in ny, i was like werd, i'll be out there with you next year. he was wearing this shirt with all these different little pictures on it..he was like it represents hip hop. i was like where's the dj, where's the emceee, where's the graffer...he's like hip hop is about being pregnant (one of the pictures corresponded.) then he was like what do you know about hip hop? i laughed and told him i'm a dj. he's ilke what do you spin...i was like, duh....hip hop, mother fucker. anyway, so we all spoke for a minute, they swapped numbers, then this girl walks out of the bar...i was like whoa, you look mad familiar...turns out i know her from my early childhood too. i remembered her name and all.
so we then walked back toward the party (more importantly, toward the homie's car,,) i was like yo, i gotta pee. she was like yeh, me too. so i was like, let's go right here. so in the middle of the block, we stopped next to someone's house, pulled down our pants, grabbed the fence and did our business...i was cracking the fuck up; we were practically pissing in someone's lawn...so then we're finsihing up, and i see someone walk by as we're laughing and screaming about this shit. wow. that was a trip.
onward....we're about a half a block away from her car, and who do we run into: the chow. this kid...wow. he's on some other shit. what a shady mother fucker...anyway, we used to hang out with this dude all the fucking time back in the day. he was our drug buddy. she spots him and is like yo, fuck you biatch...i'm like ha ha, it's the chow!! so we stand around talking to this fucker and his homie for awhile..what a dork.. we tried to drive back around once we left him so that he would smoke with us. unfortunately, we couldn't find him, oh well...
from then on, things went downhill, so this is where i stop. my homie josh is trying to get me to go to subT. i really wanna go chill, drink, and listen to some hip hop with the homies, but i'm kinda beat....it's been a long night.
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