First the cat, then my mother, and now the fucking rug. God, why are you being such a dick?
Ah. Everything that could have possibly went wrong this evening did go horribly wrong.
First it was the being a tad bit late. There was random I-35 traffic...that wasn't so bad. Annoying maybe, but still not at all a rare thing. Then there was the getting pulled over. I only got a warning thank gawd and I think I'll certainly remember the speed limit on campus. The drive to the place didn't take too long and I made it in good time. I think that was one of the only really good things that happened. 'Cause as soon as we got into the parking lot...some lady backed into my car. Really, what in the fuck is it about my car that makes people just reverse into it?! The woman just got out of her car in a rage (after stopping right in the middle of the garage and backing up, mind you) and yells at us! Slamming her car door and exclaiming over and over again the word "Idiots!" Even though it was completely her fault. In. Every. Way. Possible. Plus, I had four eye-witnesses and she has none. So fuck her. Anyways, we exchange information and I eventually make a claim later on that night.
Thing is, my car isn't fit for driving anymore. So, I call Jesse and he made his way there eventually. There was traffic. Again, that's something that is never really a shocker here in the metroplex. So we do a little bit of shopping I got my Castro hat and have an okay time browsing around. Other things happen and eventually I have to go back to the ATM to get money I owed to Phoenix. I mean, we were right there at Spike so now was the time to do it. At the ATM...god, one of the most creepy things ever occured there. I was there, getting money and this guy passed me and then doubled back. He started talking about now I have money for dinner I'm assuming he was refering to the two of us eating together? and I was all like "...um, not really?" So, anyways, I happened to not wear a bra this particular evening and the man went on to point it out.
And he went on and on about it. Oh, and not even trying to be respectful in any fucking way either. He kept on complimenting my breasts and then moved on to bribing me to going home with him and/or doing anything with him. He offered weed and smokes, etc. He kept doing this as I was walking back to my friends...and in a very rushed manner, I must say. So, I managed to get away from him and just tried my best not to burst out into a full-blown sprint to the safety of my group.
Anywho, Jesse got there and it turns out that my car won't be going anywhere anytime soon without the aid of a tow truck. Well, the five of us girls weren't going to fit into Jesse's Honda with two extra people already riding with him. So, we called Adam and he made it just in time to help out with the driving us around. Thanks to Roy having AAA, the towing was free and we managed to make it back to Lewisville in one piece. The girls and I ended up eating at IHOP and we still had a pretty decent time.
I am totally fucking determined to have a better outting the next time around. Totally. Fucking. DETERMINED.
Oh, oh, and the driver's side door won't open now, either. It was just the icing on the cake, really.
I was dead at the time! I was on the moon...with Steve!
First it was the being a tad bit late. There was random I-35 traffic...that wasn't so bad. Annoying maybe, but still not at all a rare thing. Then there was the getting pulled over. I only got a warning thank gawd and I think I'll certainly remember the speed limit on campus. The drive to the place didn't take too long and I made it in good time. I think that was one of the only really good things that happened. 'Cause as soon as we got into the parking lot...some lady backed into my car. Really, what in the fuck is it about my car that makes people just reverse into it?! The woman just got out of her car in a rage (after stopping right in the middle of the garage and backing up, mind you) and yells at us! Slamming her car door and exclaiming over and over again the word "Idiots!" Even though it was completely her fault. In. Every. Way. Possible. Plus, I had four eye-witnesses and she has none. So fuck her. Anyways, we exchange information and I eventually make a claim later on that night.
Thing is, my car isn't fit for driving anymore. So, I call Jesse and he made his way there eventually. There was traffic. Again, that's something that is never really a shocker here in the metroplex. So we do a little bit of shopping I got my Castro hat and have an okay time browsing around. Other things happen and eventually I have to go back to the ATM to get money I owed to Phoenix. I mean, we were right there at Spike so now was the time to do it. At the ATM...god, one of the most creepy things ever occured there. I was there, getting money and this guy passed me and then doubled back. He started talking about now I have money for dinner I'm assuming he was refering to the two of us eating together? and I was all like "...um, not really?" So, anyways, I happened to not wear a bra this particular evening and the man went on to point it out.
And he went on and on about it. Oh, and not even trying to be respectful in any fucking way either. He kept on complimenting my breasts and then moved on to bribing me to going home with him and/or doing anything with him. He offered weed and smokes, etc. He kept doing this as I was walking back to my friends...and in a very rushed manner, I must say. So, I managed to get away from him and just tried my best not to burst out into a full-blown sprint to the safety of my group.
Anywho, Jesse got there and it turns out that my car won't be going anywhere anytime soon without the aid of a tow truck. Well, the five of us girls weren't going to fit into Jesse's Honda with two extra people already riding with him. So, we called Adam and he made it just in time to help out with the driving us around. Thanks to Roy having AAA, the towing was free and we managed to make it back to Lewisville in one piece. The girls and I ended up eating at IHOP and we still had a pretty decent time.
I am totally fucking determined to have a better outting the next time around. Totally. Fucking. DETERMINED.
Oh, oh, and the driver's side door won't open now, either. It was just the icing on the cake, really.
I was dead at the time! I was on the moon...with Steve!