stickin to my old motto: fuck 'em
ive been the designated driver for months now, but tonight was the straw to break the camel's back. i dont mind driving and hanging out. i dont mind dropping off or picking people up. but i fucking hate being the taxi, waiting on people to do their own thing, and bringing everyone and their friend assumin im content with sticking to their will.
so im hangin out with eric justin and daniel. eric garcia and i got something special. we always see eye to eye on a lot of things, and hes just an awesome guy to be around. so we start our night watching pulp fiction at my place. then dd, rachel, and psalm call me inviting us to hang out and get some drink. it wasnt that the amount of alc they were expecting to have drew me since i was driving, it was the calmness it seemed to have. just one carload having a good time probably at beresford to have a quiet nice night, and thats what i love to do. so we take some time getting their rum, then head to the park to meet mambo and roof.
beresford is a mess. i knew people would be there. i didnt know troves of drunks trying to sqeeze in all the drink they could before easter. so its decieded, this is fucked up, its a cop trap, and we want out. we compromise, more so i guess dd wanted to hang out wiht bowers and ben and mike and i guess mambo and roof, which is fine with me. as long as the hordes dont come.
lauralwood is worse. far worse. its usually the best place in the world. last summer i spend many a night on that playground on cheap stolen wine, and its always been a perfect spot to hang with a small group. but it already full of these potheads and such. seems to be alright; just go to the far side, and drink themselves. shit fucking spreads, and people cant be content with just them, and EVERY SINGLE annoying, loud, obnoxious, drunk shithead from beresford, plus a godload of college and ghetto people come, so eric and i, plus the othters (now hammered) that this is without a doubt out of the question. we are booking.
took longer to organize everyone into the car to get out, and i wind up with more people, but i just want to get away from this crowd. so we decide to head towards our classic quiet, isolated, safe 7-11. and to tell NO ONE.
so we go there. i dont know how much more disappointing or disgruntled i could have been. i knew colin and dylan and them would be there; we put our heads together to go there and get the fuck away. and i also expected mike and diaz to be there. but know could have fucking guessed, colin calls tellin us to steer clear, its loaded. packed. who the fuck are these assholes. so i tell em, ok were not staying; no fucking way. but dd wanted to talk to someone, and they get to drinking. and then people start getting out. i give the ultimatum, whoever wants to stay in the car, were booking in 2. whoever isnt there is fucked- walk home. so i give em a bit, then last call, and eric justin and daniel get in, we leave. drop them off, then i went home. then i fucking had their purses. so i had to go all the fucking way from my house, barneson, downtown, to fucking belmont. to give them their shit they left in the car though they wanted to stay. im in a pretty shitty mood.
im the laid back one. calm, collected, patient, whatever. but that was a fucking boiling point. if someone is getting a ride from me, im sorry but i need a bit more respect then that. thats just the most used ive felt lately.
spring break died an ugly death.
so im hangin out with eric justin and daniel. eric garcia and i got something special. we always see eye to eye on a lot of things, and hes just an awesome guy to be around. so we start our night watching pulp fiction at my place. then dd, rachel, and psalm call me inviting us to hang out and get some drink. it wasnt that the amount of alc they were expecting to have drew me since i was driving, it was the calmness it seemed to have. just one carload having a good time probably at beresford to have a quiet nice night, and thats what i love to do. so we take some time getting their rum, then head to the park to meet mambo and roof.
beresford is a mess. i knew people would be there. i didnt know troves of drunks trying to sqeeze in all the drink they could before easter. so its decieded, this is fucked up, its a cop trap, and we want out. we compromise, more so i guess dd wanted to hang out wiht bowers and ben and mike and i guess mambo and roof, which is fine with me. as long as the hordes dont come.
lauralwood is worse. far worse. its usually the best place in the world. last summer i spend many a night on that playground on cheap stolen wine, and its always been a perfect spot to hang with a small group. but it already full of these potheads and such. seems to be alright; just go to the far side, and drink themselves. shit fucking spreads, and people cant be content with just them, and EVERY SINGLE annoying, loud, obnoxious, drunk shithead from beresford, plus a godload of college and ghetto people come, so eric and i, plus the othters (now hammered) that this is without a doubt out of the question. we are booking.
took longer to organize everyone into the car to get out, and i wind up with more people, but i just want to get away from this crowd. so we decide to head towards our classic quiet, isolated, safe 7-11. and to tell NO ONE.
so we go there. i dont know how much more disappointing or disgruntled i could have been. i knew colin and dylan and them would be there; we put our heads together to go there and get the fuck away. and i also expected mike and diaz to be there. but know could have fucking guessed, colin calls tellin us to steer clear, its loaded. packed. who the fuck are these assholes. so i tell em, ok were not staying; no fucking way. but dd wanted to talk to someone, and they get to drinking. and then people start getting out. i give the ultimatum, whoever wants to stay in the car, were booking in 2. whoever isnt there is fucked- walk home. so i give em a bit, then last call, and eric justin and daniel get in, we leave. drop them off, then i went home. then i fucking had their purses. so i had to go all the fucking way from my house, barneson, downtown, to fucking belmont. to give them their shit they left in the car though they wanted to stay. im in a pretty shitty mood.
im the laid back one. calm, collected, patient, whatever. but that was a fucking boiling point. if someone is getting a ride from me, im sorry but i need a bit more respect then that. thats just the most used ive felt lately.
spring break died an ugly death.