Princess Buttercup Seagull
This waiter at work, Ryan, and his wife are expecting a new baby in the beginning of September. They already know it's going to be a girl. They also have a young daughter too. They asked her what she wanted to name the baby. Her response? "Princess Buttercup Seagull." Ryan's daughter is a bad ass. My new hero.
Work has been stressful. The new disher we have SUCKS. So I've had to pick up the slack for him. Twice! Two nights in a row. Even though I was bussing. Both times. The whole kitchen staff is sick of him after only two days. It makes me feel kind of bad, but seriously here. He is so damn slow. I was at work tonight until 11:30 when I should have been done between 10:30-11:00. Ugh. Oh well. Extra money.
I went over to Andrew's tonight. They were having a pajama party at his house. I got there around 11:56. Now, this is a funny story. You want to be entertained? Read this. Digest the information. Learn. It's wonderful.
The slumber party tonight was a "root-beer kegger, burrito/taco buffet with three pizzas." They built blanket forts out of their living room comfy chairs and blankets. It was: Andrew, Christina, me, Randy, Jim, Dan, Elise, Jasmine, Kendall, Chrystianna, Forrest, one kid I didn't know, Molly, Amanda and another kid I didn't know. Jason and Michelle showed up later. Mostly all of them were wearing pajamas. Andrew had on these royal purple satin ones. We called them his Pimp Pajamas. Randy dumped out a bucket of water, and it just so happened to spill all over me! But it woke me up lots after working tonight, so it was alright. And it felt pretty good in the long run :-) But Andrew gave me a sweatshirt to wear anyway.
Anyway, here we are out on the front porch drinking root-beer from the keg (yes, we actually had a real keg), even complimenting it with some ice cream to turn them into root-beer floats, 12:30 at night, laughing, talking, having a great time.
The cops show up.
Of-fucking-course they do. They always do. The best part? The neighbors called without even coming out to ask us to quiet down. It would have been understandable. It was late, even though tomorrow is Saturday, and some of them probably want to sleep. One neighbor did indeed come out and ask us to quiet down a bit earlier and even sat down to have a root-beer too. But the other neighbors? No such thing. They call the cops without a second thought.
So the cop showed up.
His two little red-shirt-on-bikes cronies came from around the back of the house! It was so lame. He said we were exhibiting disorderly conduct. Andrew mouthed back like always. Sometimes he really needs to stop, but honestly, the cops here are so corrupt and BORED!
We even told the cops it was root-beer. We even went as far as to invite them to sit down and have root-beer floats with us and we'd keep it down. But nooooo.
Here's the best part.
They arrested Andrew! The cop told him to go inside and get his ID after he mouthed off to him, and didn't believe it was root-beer. Andrew went inside, the cop looked at us and said, "He's going to jail." The cop showed up there tonight with the notion of arresting Andrew. Seriously. That's the cop that has showed up at each party. Of course Andrew really needs to back off the mouthing back, but come on! It's fucking Petoskey! There is nothing to do here! The first straight-edge party we have, the cops come and someone gets arrested. What the fuck!?
So there we were, about 12:45 a.m. in the front lawn with the stupid asshole cop arresting Andrew in his Pimp Pajamas. We all assured him we'd get him out before they took him. And then they were gone.
We cleaned up a bit around outside and around the house. Then we just kind of waited. Hung out for a bit. Then Andrew called Randy's cell. Collect. So of course it cut out on them. And we couldn't call back. We tried calling the county jail, but of course there was only an answering machine even though there was a clerk actually there. We started gathering donations. People threw in $3.00, $7.00, $20.00, $70.00 and more.... Andrew had us get his savings out of his Converse box, but we didn't need it. We had the $100 needed for bail.
Christina, Randy and I drove down to the jail after gathering the bail money. We had to wait fucking forever. We were sitting there a good 30-45 minutes before Andrew was actually out. But we passed the time by talking about how the cops are Pigs and how stupid they are up here. We're kids in Petoskey. You do the math. There's nothing to fucking do. That's because the governement takes everything away from us. At least Michigan government does. And there were no drugs or alcohol at this party. It was a god-damned root-beer kegger pajama party!
We discussed how funny it must have been for Andrew to be sitting there in jail in those Pimp Purple Pajamas. We joked that they'd fine him extra for it. Then we wondered how to say pimp in Italian. I suggested "el pimpo". Or something. Then Randy had a great idea: we should have a spaghetti dinner to raise funds for Andrew's court fines and call it Pasta El Pimpo. Hehehe. We also imagined his court date would be hilarious too, "Um, yes your honor. I was arrested at my root-beer keg pajama party for disorderly conduct. Please pardon the fact that we were laughing and having a good time while not abusing our bodies with chemicals or alcohol and oblivious to the fact that our neighbors were upset with the noise seeing that they didn't have the heart to ask us to quiet down and called the cops instead." Honestly!
We kept commenting to each other the fact that we were completely degrading the government and legal system and police officers while in the jail "lobby" with the security cameras on us, probably recording our conversations as well. Which made this hilarious: Randy was joking how when we got back to their apartment, rocks should be thrown through the neighbors windows, then he paused, pointed to the security camera and said, "But not by me! I would never do that!" It was funny.
Anyway, Andrew thanked us from the bottom of his heart. He said in truth jail wasn't too bad. Cam Jarvis was in for possession. So he talked to him. And they had the radio on in the cop car so he heard Tool on the way to jail, which was "cool too". They made him take out his nipple ring and then they cut off his lock necklace which he hasn't taken off in ages. He put the ring back in once we got back to the apartment. And we're going to either help him fix the necklace, or get a new lock for it. The stupid cops couldn't even use the bolt cutters to cut the necklace off! They were too weak! They tried twice before Andrew had to do it himself. That cracked me the hell up. Everyone was watching the movie The Blob when we got back.
So, to sum up my night: I worked my ass off bussing and then dishing, then went to Andrew's and enjoyed having water dumped on my head, a bunch of laughs thanks to Dan, and a glass of root-beer before the cops showed up and cited us for disorderly behavior and arresting Andrew in his purple pimp-looking pajamas, but he didn't have to stay long because Nina, Christina and Randy were his super heroes and bailed him out with everyone's pitching in, seeing that we helped make the noise.
And now, I have to take a shower and go to sleep, so I bid you adieu....
Aren't funny entries happy entries? I think so!
.: Julie Bean :.
Work has been stressful. The new disher we have SUCKS. So I've had to pick up the slack for him. Twice! Two nights in a row. Even though I was bussing. Both times. The whole kitchen staff is sick of him after only two days. It makes me feel kind of bad, but seriously here. He is so damn slow. I was at work tonight until 11:30 when I should have been done between 10:30-11:00. Ugh. Oh well. Extra money.
I went over to Andrew's tonight. They were having a pajama party at his house. I got there around 11:56. Now, this is a funny story. You want to be entertained? Read this. Digest the information. Learn. It's wonderful.
The slumber party tonight was a "root-beer kegger, burrito/taco buffet with three pizzas." They built blanket forts out of their living room comfy chairs and blankets. It was: Andrew, Christina, me, Randy, Jim, Dan, Elise, Jasmine, Kendall, Chrystianna, Forrest, one kid I didn't know, Molly, Amanda and another kid I didn't know. Jason and Michelle showed up later. Mostly all of them were wearing pajamas. Andrew had on these royal purple satin ones. We called them his Pimp Pajamas. Randy dumped out a bucket of water, and it just so happened to spill all over me! But it woke me up lots after working tonight, so it was alright. And it felt pretty good in the long run :-) But Andrew gave me a sweatshirt to wear anyway.
Anyway, here we are out on the front porch drinking root-beer from the keg (yes, we actually had a real keg), even complimenting it with some ice cream to turn them into root-beer floats, 12:30 at night, laughing, talking, having a great time.
The cops show up.
Of-fucking-course they do. They always do. The best part? The neighbors called without even coming out to ask us to quiet down. It would have been understandable. It was late, even though tomorrow is Saturday, and some of them probably want to sleep. One neighbor did indeed come out and ask us to quiet down a bit earlier and even sat down to have a root-beer too. But the other neighbors? No such thing. They call the cops without a second thought.
So the cop showed up.
His two little red-shirt-on-bikes cronies came from around the back of the house! It was so lame. He said we were exhibiting disorderly conduct. Andrew mouthed back like always. Sometimes he really needs to stop, but honestly, the cops here are so corrupt and BORED!
We even told the cops it was root-beer. We even went as far as to invite them to sit down and have root-beer floats with us and we'd keep it down. But nooooo.
Here's the best part.
They arrested Andrew! The cop told him to go inside and get his ID after he mouthed off to him, and didn't believe it was root-beer. Andrew went inside, the cop looked at us and said, "He's going to jail." The cop showed up there tonight with the notion of arresting Andrew. Seriously. That's the cop that has showed up at each party. Of course Andrew really needs to back off the mouthing back, but come on! It's fucking Petoskey! There is nothing to do here! The first straight-edge party we have, the cops come and someone gets arrested. What the fuck!?
So there we were, about 12:45 a.m. in the front lawn with the stupid asshole cop arresting Andrew in his Pimp Pajamas. We all assured him we'd get him out before they took him. And then they were gone.
We cleaned up a bit around outside and around the house. Then we just kind of waited. Hung out for a bit. Then Andrew called Randy's cell. Collect. So of course it cut out on them. And we couldn't call back. We tried calling the county jail, but of course there was only an answering machine even though there was a clerk actually there. We started gathering donations. People threw in $3.00, $7.00, $20.00, $70.00 and more.... Andrew had us get his savings out of his Converse box, but we didn't need it. We had the $100 needed for bail.
Christina, Randy and I drove down to the jail after gathering the bail money. We had to wait fucking forever. We were sitting there a good 30-45 minutes before Andrew was actually out. But we passed the time by talking about how the cops are Pigs and how stupid they are up here. We're kids in Petoskey. You do the math. There's nothing to fucking do. That's because the governement takes everything away from us. At least Michigan government does. And there were no drugs or alcohol at this party. It was a god-damned root-beer kegger pajama party!
We discussed how funny it must have been for Andrew to be sitting there in jail in those Pimp Purple Pajamas. We joked that they'd fine him extra for it. Then we wondered how to say pimp in Italian. I suggested "el pimpo". Or something. Then Randy had a great idea: we should have a spaghetti dinner to raise funds for Andrew's court fines and call it Pasta El Pimpo. Hehehe. We also imagined his court date would be hilarious too, "Um, yes your honor. I was arrested at my root-beer keg pajama party for disorderly conduct. Please pardon the fact that we were laughing and having a good time while not abusing our bodies with chemicals or alcohol and oblivious to the fact that our neighbors were upset with the noise seeing that they didn't have the heart to ask us to quiet down and called the cops instead." Honestly!
We kept commenting to each other the fact that we were completely degrading the government and legal system and police officers while in the jail "lobby" with the security cameras on us, probably recording our conversations as well. Which made this hilarious: Randy was joking how when we got back to their apartment, rocks should be thrown through the neighbors windows, then he paused, pointed to the security camera and said, "But not by me! I would never do that!" It was funny.
Anyway, Andrew thanked us from the bottom of his heart. He said in truth jail wasn't too bad. Cam Jarvis was in for possession. So he talked to him. And they had the radio on in the cop car so he heard Tool on the way to jail, which was "cool too". They made him take out his nipple ring and then they cut off his lock necklace which he hasn't taken off in ages. He put the ring back in once we got back to the apartment. And we're going to either help him fix the necklace, or get a new lock for it. The stupid cops couldn't even use the bolt cutters to cut the necklace off! They were too weak! They tried twice before Andrew had to do it himself. That cracked me the hell up. Everyone was watching the movie The Blob when we got back.
So, to sum up my night: I worked my ass off bussing and then dishing, then went to Andrew's and enjoyed having water dumped on my head, a bunch of laughs thanks to Dan, and a glass of root-beer before the cops showed up and cited us for disorderly behavior and arresting Andrew in his purple pimp-looking pajamas, but he didn't have to stay long because Nina, Christina and Randy were his super heroes and bailed him out with everyone's pitching in, seeing that we helped make the noise.
And now, I have to take a shower and go to sleep, so I bid you adieu....
Aren't funny entries happy entries? I think so!
.: Julie Bean :.