Next time just call the cops...
I had a great New Year's Eve, and overall a pretty good holiday season in general. This is saying a lot coming from me, because most years I would rather just hibernate from November 1st until January 2nd. I think having someone I am head over heels in love with to share it with makes a huge difference. Her love of the season, even tempered with sadness as it is, infected me more than I realized. Thank you for helping me find some of the magic I had lost.
But anyway, New Year's Eve was fantastic as I said. I spent it with good friends amid much laughter and joy. I am so lucky to have someone who likes both me and my very weird unique and special group of friends. Thank you to everyone who has helped this introverted grouch be a little more social and smile just a bit more this past year. I look forward to another great year of growing closer to awesome people and hopefully cultivating some true friendships.
As wonderful as the party was, the real fun started after my girl and I left. We pulled off I-40 onto Classen around 1 am, and decided we were a bit hungry and wanting some food before bed. So we stopped at the McDonald's there on the corner of Classen and Sheridan (such a great neighborhood). Outside the McDonald's was a young lady who was quite obviously drunk off her arse a little inebriated. She was crying and falling down, and being the nice people that we are, we asked if she was well. Apparently she had gotten in a huge fight with her boyfriend and he had kicked her out of the car and left her there at the McDonald's. She looked clean, rather well dressed in a post-sorority girl sort of way, and she only smelled of spirits. So, feeling sorry for her, we offered her a ride home and that is when the fun began.
After insisting several times that we were in Norman, Tracy told us we needed to take I-35 North to get to her apartment in Moore. Thankfully I know that Moore is south of OKC so I hopped on I-35 South instead. I managed to get out of her that she lived somewhere in the vicinity of N. 27th in Moore or S. 89th in OKC. Turns out she lived between the two, on the Frontage Road. If only she had just said that. Well, we think that is where she actually lived, she said she lived with a friend, then with her boyfriend, then someplace else entirely. Venus, maybe? Unfortunately her directions were rather garbled, and I ended up first over by Crossroads mall via the I-35 Frontage Road, then I got turned back and tried to head south again, only to be waylaid by I-240 cutting me off and sending me west.
As we headed back to someplace to get on I-35 S again, our erstwhile passenger informed us she had to pee. Well, she told Ashley that anyway. She could not seem to remember Rainna's name from one moment to the next. We both remembered her name, although I suppose I should be fair, neither of us had been trying to pickle ourselves. Anyway, we pulled over at a 7-11 so Tracy could relieve herself and Rainna helped her inside. They emerged a few minutes later, apparently both restrooms were out of order. Well, the dear lady really had to pee so she proceeded to pull down her jeans and squat by the back tire of my car. I guess the plethora of Cosmos she had no doubt consumed had left her extremely full. As the clerk and everyone else in the 7-11 watched, she urinated right there in the brightly lit parking lot. One nice customer even brought out a stack of napkins.
Well, the girl was none too steady on her high heels with her jeans around her ankles and she fell on her bare posterior, right in the nice puddle of warm piss. This caused said piss to splash about, all over Rainna's shoes and leg. How very nice of her, as I am sure Rainna was quite chilly. Rainna managed to get the girl back in her jeans and back in the car before the tight-lipped attendant decided to call the cops.
We finally got one of Tracy's friends on the phone and received slightly less garbled instructions from an almost as drunk roommate. At least I think it was a roommate, either Brittany or Stephanie. We are still not entirely sure this is where Tracy actually lives. First Brittany or Stephanie told us to leave Tracy at a gas station on the corner of 27th and Shields and they would pick her up there. Well, we could not find said gas station, so we thought it best just to take Tracy home.
After one more false turn, we finally found the apartment complex and pulled in, much relieved. We did get an apartment number from Tracy, and as we walked her to the door, she informed us we had to be quiet as her roommate had a 4 year old son. The bag of used diapers outside the door seemed to confirm this, although aren't most 4 year olds potty trained? You would think the kid could at least pee in the parking lot like his mommy's friend, right? I am so glad that the roommate had already made it home, I was envisioning sitting in the car with the stupid drunk loud and boisterous Tracy as we waited for someone to come open the door. Tracy's keys were apparently in her truck which was in Bricktown.
As Tracy got the door open, she insisted we come in so she could get Rainna's phone number. Thankfully my girl and I were on the same page and she gave a false number. I certainly do not want this girl calling us, although maybe we could be a good influence on her.
Her roommate seemed completely unconcerned about the strangers in her apartment, and utterly blase about the condition of her friend. I am sure she was not much better off. I have the feeling this was not an isolated New Year's Eve event, but the fun these girls had most every weekend.
So, let this be a lesson to you. If you should come across a drunk girl at the McDonald's in the middle of the night who was kicked out of her boyfriend's car, do not offer her a ride home. Just call the cops or a cab. Otherwise you too might end up with pee on your shoes.
But anyway, New Year's Eve was fantastic as I said. I spent it with good friends amid much laughter and joy. I am so lucky to have someone who likes both me and my very weird unique and special group of friends. Thank you to everyone who has helped this introverted grouch be a little more social and smile just a bit more this past year. I look forward to another great year of growing closer to awesome people and hopefully cultivating some true friendships.
As wonderful as the party was, the real fun started after my girl and I left. We pulled off I-40 onto Classen around 1 am, and decided we were a bit hungry and wanting some food before bed. So we stopped at the McDonald's there on the corner of Classen and Sheridan (such a great neighborhood). Outside the McDonald's was a young lady who was quite obviously drunk off her arse a little inebriated. She was crying and falling down, and being the nice people that we are, we asked if she was well. Apparently she had gotten in a huge fight with her boyfriend and he had kicked her out of the car and left her there at the McDonald's. She looked clean, rather well dressed in a post-sorority girl sort of way, and she only smelled of spirits. So, feeling sorry for her, we offered her a ride home and that is when the fun began.
After insisting several times that we were in Norman, Tracy told us we needed to take I-35 North to get to her apartment in Moore. Thankfully I know that Moore is south of OKC so I hopped on I-35 South instead. I managed to get out of her that she lived somewhere in the vicinity of N. 27th in Moore or S. 89th in OKC. Turns out she lived between the two, on the Frontage Road. If only she had just said that. Well, we think that is where she actually lived, she said she lived with a friend, then with her boyfriend, then someplace else entirely. Venus, maybe? Unfortunately her directions were rather garbled, and I ended up first over by Crossroads mall via the I-35 Frontage Road, then I got turned back and tried to head south again, only to be waylaid by I-240 cutting me off and sending me west.
As we headed back to someplace to get on I-35 S again, our erstwhile passenger informed us she had to pee. Well, she told Ashley that anyway. She could not seem to remember Rainna's name from one moment to the next. We both remembered her name, although I suppose I should be fair, neither of us had been trying to pickle ourselves. Anyway, we pulled over at a 7-11 so Tracy could relieve herself and Rainna helped her inside. They emerged a few minutes later, apparently both restrooms were out of order. Well, the dear lady really had to pee so she proceeded to pull down her jeans and squat by the back tire of my car. I guess the plethora of Cosmos she had no doubt consumed had left her extremely full. As the clerk and everyone else in the 7-11 watched, she urinated right there in the brightly lit parking lot. One nice customer even brought out a stack of napkins.
Well, the girl was none too steady on her high heels with her jeans around her ankles and she fell on her bare posterior, right in the nice puddle of warm piss. This caused said piss to splash about, all over Rainna's shoes and leg. How very nice of her, as I am sure Rainna was quite chilly. Rainna managed to get the girl back in her jeans and back in the car before the tight-lipped attendant decided to call the cops.
We finally got one of Tracy's friends on the phone and received slightly less garbled instructions from an almost as drunk roommate. At least I think it was a roommate, either Brittany or Stephanie. We are still not entirely sure this is where Tracy actually lives. First Brittany or Stephanie told us to leave Tracy at a gas station on the corner of 27th and Shields and they would pick her up there. Well, we could not find said gas station, so we thought it best just to take Tracy home.
After one more false turn, we finally found the apartment complex and pulled in, much relieved. We did get an apartment number from Tracy, and as we walked her to the door, she informed us we had to be quiet as her roommate had a 4 year old son. The bag of used diapers outside the door seemed to confirm this, although aren't most 4 year olds potty trained? You would think the kid could at least pee in the parking lot like his mommy's friend, right? I am so glad that the roommate had already made it home, I was envisioning sitting in the car with the stupid drunk loud and boisterous Tracy as we waited for someone to come open the door. Tracy's keys were apparently in her truck which was in Bricktown.
As Tracy got the door open, she insisted we come in so she could get Rainna's phone number. Thankfully my girl and I were on the same page and she gave a false number. I certainly do not want this girl calling us, although maybe we could be a good influence on her.
Her roommate seemed completely unconcerned about the strangers in her apartment, and utterly blase about the condition of her friend. I am sure she was not much better off. I have the feeling this was not an isolated New Year's Eve event, but the fun these girls had most every weekend.
So, let this be a lesson to you. If you should come across a drunk girl at the McDonald's in the middle of the night who was kicked out of her boyfriend's car, do not offer her a ride home. Just call the cops or a cab. Otherwise you too might end up with pee on your shoes.