Dude, where's my car?
I took Donna to see Dashboard Confessionals last night. We partied ghetto style, with the Captain in a styrofoam cup. There were tons of cute boys there. :) I think I want an 18 year old booty call. They're adorable. They have mad stamina. And I know I won't get attached.
GetUp Kids were dope, Thrice was cool, but Dashboard was kind of weak, so we left early, and headed out to Johnny V's. It was too early to be poppin', so we went over to the Blank Club. Whoe! Total 80's theme. The place is soooooooooooooooooo much fun. We danced to Flock of Seagulls, Depeche Mode, and Pet Shop Boys. I think I sang along to every song. Well, we weren't planning to stay long, so we parked our car in the Grayhound station across the street. Four drinks later, we were still dancing and singing along to all the songs til the party stopped at 2am. We did the drunkin' friendly "hey, how YOU doin" walk out to the car, talking to everyone along the way. Got to the parking lot, and was like, dood, where's the car?
THE FUCKERS AT GRAYHOUND TOWED MY SHIT! I was in shock. Donna was mad drunk, and throwing up, but I couldn't even help her, cuz I was trying to process what was going on. I called the place, and reached a couple of assholes at the towing company. BTW, fuck you A&A towing on Sunset, off Alum Rock and King. They said it would cost $175, and after an hour, it would go up $100 more. I pleaded to them, saying we were 2 small girls, stuck in downtown san jose. There were bums sleeping all around the station. And we didn't have anybody's phone number. They didn't give a fuck.
I didn't have my cell on me, and I don't have anybody's # memorized. Donna was too faded to figure out a plan, so I called the one number I still had in my memory. My old candee dispenser.
"um yeah, it's me Vi. Sorry, I know it's late, but dood, they took my car".
He was such a sweetheart. He came in less than 10 minutes. Took me to the place, pulled over hella times to let Donna throw up, handled the situation w/ the car, and even drove Donna home. Oh yeah, and the damn towing company wouldn't let me take my car out, cuz I smelled like alcohol.
Oh well. The night was fun. I learned a $175 lesson. And damn, I haven't even started nursing my hangover yet.
GetUp Kids were dope, Thrice was cool, but Dashboard was kind of weak, so we left early, and headed out to Johnny V's. It was too early to be poppin', so we went over to the Blank Club. Whoe! Total 80's theme. The place is soooooooooooooooooo much fun. We danced to Flock of Seagulls, Depeche Mode, and Pet Shop Boys. I think I sang along to every song. Well, we weren't planning to stay long, so we parked our car in the Grayhound station across the street. Four drinks later, we were still dancing and singing along to all the songs til the party stopped at 2am. We did the drunkin' friendly "hey, how YOU doin" walk out to the car, talking to everyone along the way. Got to the parking lot, and was like, dood, where's the car?
THE FUCKERS AT GRAYHOUND TOWED MY SHIT! I was in shock. Donna was mad drunk, and throwing up, but I couldn't even help her, cuz I was trying to process what was going on. I called the place, and reached a couple of assholes at the towing company. BTW, fuck you A&A towing on Sunset, off Alum Rock and King. They said it would cost $175, and after an hour, it would go up $100 more. I pleaded to them, saying we were 2 small girls, stuck in downtown san jose. There were bums sleeping all around the station. And we didn't have anybody's phone number. They didn't give a fuck.
I didn't have my cell on me, and I don't have anybody's # memorized. Donna was too faded to figure out a plan, so I called the one number I still had in my memory. My old candee dispenser.
"um yeah, it's me Vi. Sorry, I know it's late, but dood, they took my car".
He was such a sweetheart. He came in less than 10 minutes. Took me to the place, pulled over hella times to let Donna throw up, handled the situation w/ the car, and even drove Donna home. Oh yeah, and the damn towing company wouldn't let me take my car out, cuz I smelled like alcohol.
Oh well. The night was fun. I learned a $175 lesson. And damn, I haven't even started nursing my hangover yet.