Wanna hear a scary story?
~.: I'm taking a break from thesis work and this is the only thing I can think of to do to serve the purpose. So, I shall update now on mine and Marcy's Halloween from Hell!!! -insert evil laughter here-
~.: So we went to dinner at a really cute little place in downtown Staunton, and over an orgasmic chocolate torte discussed that we really should do something, considering it was not only Friday, but Halloween. After deliberating, we decided we'd go back to the room and do a search online for clubs in Harrisonburg. Well, the club search was a fruitless effort, because all of them were 21 and up. Okay, that's fine. Our Plan B was to go to a hookah bar. We found one in Harrisonburg called Isis. It had great reviews, and the H'burgians seemed absolutely gaga about this place, so we're like, "Yes! Let's checking it out!"
~.: We get all dressed up, grab the GPS, plug in the coordinates, and we're off! Finally, we're turning down the street, which is dark and looks more residential than anything. The GPS alerts us that we've reached our destination. Except that our destination is a dark empty building. A trip to the gas station across the street learned us that no such hookah bar called Isis has existed there for at least 16 years. Bizarre.
~.: After much hissy-fitting, Marcy and I reluctantly turn around and head back to Staunton. She goes on into the room while I make a pit-stop in the bathroom, where some girls have taken up the entire sink counter while they get all dressed up. Casually, I ask them where they're headed.
"JMU," they inform me.
"Are you serious? My roommate and I just got back from Harrisonburg. We were looking for a hookah bar that apparently has never existed."
"Oh, I know of a really good hookah bar in Harrisonnburg!" one of the other girls chimes in.
"Is it called Isis?"
"No. Fire-something."
"Really?? Ooh, I'll have to go look it up."
~.: So I left the bathroom and hurry back to the room, where Marcy and I proceed to almost begin speaking at the same time.
"So apparently-"
"Oh, you've got news too?"
"You first," I prompt.
"So I found this other hookah bar in Harrisonburg. It's called Firetop Bar and Grill."
~.: At which point I nearly combust.
"I was just talking about that with one of the girls in the bathroom! She says it's really good. We should check it out!"
~.: We get the information, and also exchange numbers with one of the girls going to JMU, since they're gonna go Halloween party hopping, and we agreed to hook up with them after the hookah bar.
~.: We hurry our little buns back up to Harrisonburg, find the hookah bar, and to our ecstatic joy, it actually exists!!! We get out, approach the door, and-
"ID?"
~.: I dig through my camera case, which is doubling as my purse for the night, since I didn't want to carry everything with me. Which was evidently a mistake, since I had forgotten my ID. -headdesk- And Marcy had also forgotten her phone, and the paper with the girl's number on it.
~.: So we go back to Staunton.
~.: I grab my ID, she finds her phone and the number, and we load back into her car. I called the girl to make sure parties were still going on, we get a street name, plug it in, and go back to Harrisonburg for the third time. We got a little lost finding the street, because Marcy's GPS is a little sowl, and in the process of turning around, she accidentally backed into someone's car (but it's okay- both cars were unhurt from what I could tell). We finally found Bradley Dr., but because we didn't have a house number, we needed to call. We called. No answer. We called again. No answer. We called again. No answer. We called a-
~.: Yeah, you get the picture. Marcy finally left a message and we decided to get out and walk down the street. Hopefully we'd run into them.
~.: But lo! We get a call back! But it's not the girl who owns the phone. It's someone else, because apparently the girl that belonged to the phone had gotten separated from it. We were given a new address, but the GPS was pretty sure the street didn't exist. We started backing up to try and drive up the main strip and maybe find it, and Marcy ... kinda backs into another car. She left a small dent in their vehicle, but it was small and .... ethically/morally wrong or not, we switched, and I drove us out of there while she about had a nervous breakdown in the passenger seat.
~.: We gave up on party hopping and just went back to campus.
~.: I hope everyone else's Halloween was better. :3
~.: So we went to dinner at a really cute little place in downtown Staunton, and over an orgasmic chocolate torte discussed that we really should do something, considering it was not only Friday, but Halloween. After deliberating, we decided we'd go back to the room and do a search online for clubs in Harrisonburg. Well, the club search was a fruitless effort, because all of them were 21 and up. Okay, that's fine. Our Plan B was to go to a hookah bar. We found one in Harrisonburg called Isis. It had great reviews, and the H'burgians seemed absolutely gaga about this place, so we're like, "Yes! Let's checking it out!"
~.: We get all dressed up, grab the GPS, plug in the coordinates, and we're off! Finally, we're turning down the street, which is dark and looks more residential than anything. The GPS alerts us that we've reached our destination. Except that our destination is a dark empty building. A trip to the gas station across the street learned us that no such hookah bar called Isis has existed there for at least 16 years. Bizarre.
~.: After much hissy-fitting, Marcy and I reluctantly turn around and head back to Staunton. She goes on into the room while I make a pit-stop in the bathroom, where some girls have taken up the entire sink counter while they get all dressed up. Casually, I ask them where they're headed.
"JMU," they inform me.
"Are you serious? My roommate and I just got back from Harrisonburg. We were looking for a hookah bar that apparently has never existed."
"Oh, I know of a really good hookah bar in Harrisonnburg!" one of the other girls chimes in.
"Is it called Isis?"
"No. Fire-something."
"Really?? Ooh, I'll have to go look it up."
~.: So I left the bathroom and hurry back to the room, where Marcy and I proceed to almost begin speaking at the same time.
"So apparently-"
"Oh, you've got news too?"
"You first," I prompt.
"So I found this other hookah bar in Harrisonburg. It's called Firetop Bar and Grill."
~.: At which point I nearly combust.
"I was just talking about that with one of the girls in the bathroom! She says it's really good. We should check it out!"
~.: We get the information, and also exchange numbers with one of the girls going to JMU, since they're gonna go Halloween party hopping, and we agreed to hook up with them after the hookah bar.
~.: We hurry our little buns back up to Harrisonburg, find the hookah bar, and to our ecstatic joy, it actually exists!!! We get out, approach the door, and-
"ID?"
~.: I dig through my camera case, which is doubling as my purse for the night, since I didn't want to carry everything with me. Which was evidently a mistake, since I had forgotten my ID. -headdesk- And Marcy had also forgotten her phone, and the paper with the girl's number on it.
~.: So we go back to Staunton.
~.: I grab my ID, she finds her phone and the number, and we load back into her car. I called the girl to make sure parties were still going on, we get a street name, plug it in, and go back to Harrisonburg for the third time. We got a little lost finding the street, because Marcy's GPS is a little sowl, and in the process of turning around, she accidentally backed into someone's car (but it's okay- both cars were unhurt from what I could tell). We finally found Bradley Dr., but because we didn't have a house number, we needed to call. We called. No answer. We called again. No answer. We called again. No answer. We called a-
~.: Yeah, you get the picture. Marcy finally left a message and we decided to get out and walk down the street. Hopefully we'd run into them.
~.: But lo! We get a call back! But it's not the girl who owns the phone. It's someone else, because apparently the girl that belonged to the phone had gotten separated from it. We were given a new address, but the GPS was pretty sure the street didn't exist. We started backing up to try and drive up the main strip and maybe find it, and Marcy ... kinda backs into another car. She left a small dent in their vehicle, but it was small and .... ethically/morally wrong or not, we switched, and I drove us out of there while she about had a nervous breakdown in the passenger seat.
~.: We gave up on party hopping and just went back to campus.
~.: I hope everyone else's Halloween was better. :3