busted 2 days later
So Saturday we threw the craziest party in the suites. Take that Parkside and your no-party rep!
It was pouring rain, and we decide to go to Hollywood to walk around and get the really good street hotdogs wrapped in bacon and smothered with grilled peppers and onions, mayo, mustard and ketchup - which sounds really weird but in reality is amazing. So we do that, then go to Westwood for In-n-Out and Diddy Riese, and wait for the bus in the cold rain, totally soaked through, and call Ashley to get her to go the liquor store before it closes. The bus can't follow its normal route past school because there's about 8 cop cars and a guy facedown in the street right on the corner of campus. It's still raining. The bus drives all the way around campus and lets us off at the corner where we live, quite handily. Chris and I decide to take a walk to see what's going on, but by the time we get there my pants are wet halfway up to my knee and there's only 1 cop car left, with 1 cop methodically checking thru a car with a flashlight. Drug bust? Maybe? But everyone's gone. So we go back to Parkside and the party's starting in my suite.
It's me, Jessica, Paul, Meagan, Steven, Yuka, Chris, Nate, Tiffany, Lisa, Ashley, Megan, Kaitlyn, Brooke, and Karrie. Haha I just had to prove I could remember it. Yay!
So we're drinking, a card game gets going in Jessica's room, Yuka chugs a bottle of this peach shit called Cisco and nearly collapses. Eventually she crawls into the bathtub, and Jessica gets in with her. Then I get in and Steven climbs on top, and then Tiffany jumps in. So there's now 5 people in our bathtub, and someone with a camera comes by and starts taking pictures. Turns into a full photoshoot, and then Jessica or Tiffany suggested wearing towels. So off came the clothing. And more pictures. And I have a nasty bruise on my back from the handicap bar in the tub. It's right under my tattoo and it's like half it's size so it's creepy...
Anyway, we get dressed again and are mixing drinks in Jessica's room. Her shirt rides up so I draw a smile on her back. Then everyone gets in on it and she's all decorated. Steven takes the black marker and writes WHERE DIDDY RIESE GETS HER MILK on Tiffany's chest and EMPIRE on mine, explaining "Empire: once you've conquered this, you've conquered the WORLD!" And then there was more writing up my arms, and Steven's knees, and various places on other people - 'donkey' on Ashley's back, for one. The party moves to my room where Megan and Kaitlin are putting on dance music, and we all had shiny sunglasses on. Someone grabs a roll of toilet paper from our bathroom and wraps Nate in it and starts throwing it around the hall, and I've got it wrapped around me a little bit. Then we ran down the hall to bang on Riaz's door - Riaz being a gorgeous RA - at 3am, and THANK GOD he didn't open it. Good lord, we nearly busted ourselves on that one. The next day there was a tell-tale trail of TP down the hall... His door says Knock for Condoms, and when he didn't answer one of the girls left him a note that said Thanks a lot for not answering, now we all have STDs. Seriously though, had he opened that door we'd have been in so much shit. So we run back down the hall, Jessica's disappeared to Chris' suite where she alternately slept and threw up for about an hour until she came back to throw up in her own bathroom. Meanwhile, I'm once again lying on the floor of our suite. Steven comes out of nowhere and dumps a box of Q-tips on me; I bat them away lazily. He comes back with 2 half-empty bottles of beer and dumps those on my face, getting beer all over the walls and more importantly all over me, smearing my Empire and stinging my eyes. Paul joins us in the hall, drinking a beer. I "borrow" it and retaliate against Steven, leaving us both sodden and laughing. And the walls are now speckled with the marker washing off our arms as well as the beer. Music is coming from my room so I go in there and lie on the floor and end up wearing a beer soaked towel around my head a la the virgin mary with Steven curled up in my lap. And somehow also I found a monacle - a remnant of the shiny sunglasses that inevitably broke into many pieces. We lie down, as do Chris and Yuka, and we're singing along to the songs Ashley is choosing from my computer. By this time it's around 4:30am and most people had left. Nate, Tiffany and Lisa were gone by like 3:30am, and Paul and Meagan were holed up in Jessica's room where no one ventured to go. Ashley's friends had left to drive back to Cal Poly after attempting to sober up. Jessica was in the bathroom from pretty much 3 till 6am. Around 5am Steven and Yuka, Ashley and Chris leave after a decent attempt at helping me clean up the Q-tips and toilet paper all over my suite, and I get Jessica settled in my roommate's bed, since her room was, er, occupied. We get ready for bed, but she shoots out to the bathroom within like 5 minutes, so I got up and sat with her till around 6am, when we both finally settled down to sleep.
Got up around noon and went down to breakfast - Jessica didn't make it through 2 bites before she had to leave. We get back to the suite, she's in the bathroom, and Paul and Meagan leave. Jessica and I clean up all the bottles and the rest of the TP and Q-tips we'd missed the night before, vacuum and wash all of our towels (which had been used to clean up the various spills of the night) and her sheets. And then we went through the pictures. We'd apparently used my camera, her camera, and Yuka's camera, creating 3 lovely Facebook albums of the craziness. And then we did NOTHING for the rest of the day and it was GLORIOUS.
So today was homework day, of course. All my spanish exercises and starting a study guide for Thursday's Art History midterm. But we'd promised Chris we'd act in his 15 minute horror film, which he wanted to start shooting tonight. So around 10:30pm Chris, me, Jessica, Matt and Jon gather the props and head out to the baseball field, where we're to film the first part of the movie. It's dark and isolated out there = perfect, right? So we're there for about 45 minutes getting different shots and then out of nowhere these BRIGHT headlights shine onto the field. A figure with a flashlight gets out and comes toward us. Chris meets him halfway - DPS. Apparently we need a permit to film on the field. Chris comes back and shares this with us and says They need to see an ID and I left mine in my room. So I go show them mine ... I hand it to the guy thinking Ok, he's just making sure we're SC students ... and then he clicks on his radio and reads them my ID number. Then he sees that we had a candle and starts yalling at me, You guys seriously had a CANDLE out here? Do you even KNOW what would happen if the coach heard about this!? And I'm like Um... am I gonna get in trouble for this? And he says We'll contact you. If anything's broken or someone comes and burns UCLA into the grass, we know you were here and you'll be responsible. Of course, he said he knew there were five of us and of course ALL of us would be responsible, but he only took MY id number. So here we are having a huge loud party with lots of alcohol in our dorm where it's totally not allowed, we BANG on an RA's door at 3 in the morning, and still we don't get caught. Two night's later we're sitting on the grass of the baseball field with a movie camera and we get busted.
How weird is that?
Tragically it wasn't the same attractive DPS officer that drove me to the hospital that one time and we had a really indepth conversation which encompassed everything from the present to our respective childhoods and "The Hot Lava Game". That would've been funny... But no, I got the jackass one who yelled at me like we were doing something wrong. Bastard.
If anything freaking happens to that field tonight I am SO going to murder Chris...
And that was my weekend =D
It was pouring rain, and we decide to go to Hollywood to walk around and get the really good street hotdogs wrapped in bacon and smothered with grilled peppers and onions, mayo, mustard and ketchup - which sounds really weird but in reality is amazing. So we do that, then go to Westwood for In-n-Out and Diddy Riese, and wait for the bus in the cold rain, totally soaked through, and call Ashley to get her to go the liquor store before it closes. The bus can't follow its normal route past school because there's about 8 cop cars and a guy facedown in the street right on the corner of campus. It's still raining. The bus drives all the way around campus and lets us off at the corner where we live, quite handily. Chris and I decide to take a walk to see what's going on, but by the time we get there my pants are wet halfway up to my knee and there's only 1 cop car left, with 1 cop methodically checking thru a car with a flashlight. Drug bust? Maybe? But everyone's gone. So we go back to Parkside and the party's starting in my suite.
It's me, Jessica, Paul, Meagan, Steven, Yuka, Chris, Nate, Tiffany, Lisa, Ashley, Megan, Kaitlyn, Brooke, and Karrie. Haha I just had to prove I could remember it. Yay!
So we're drinking, a card game gets going in Jessica's room, Yuka chugs a bottle of this peach shit called Cisco and nearly collapses. Eventually she crawls into the bathtub, and Jessica gets in with her. Then I get in and Steven climbs on top, and then Tiffany jumps in. So there's now 5 people in our bathtub, and someone with a camera comes by and starts taking pictures. Turns into a full photoshoot, and then Jessica or Tiffany suggested wearing towels. So off came the clothing. And more pictures. And I have a nasty bruise on my back from the handicap bar in the tub. It's right under my tattoo and it's like half it's size so it's creepy...
Anyway, we get dressed again and are mixing drinks in Jessica's room. Her shirt rides up so I draw a smile on her back. Then everyone gets in on it and she's all decorated. Steven takes the black marker and writes WHERE DIDDY RIESE GETS HER MILK on Tiffany's chest and EMPIRE on mine, explaining "Empire: once you've conquered this, you've conquered the WORLD!" And then there was more writing up my arms, and Steven's knees, and various places on other people - 'donkey' on Ashley's back, for one. The party moves to my room where Megan and Kaitlin are putting on dance music, and we all had shiny sunglasses on. Someone grabs a roll of toilet paper from our bathroom and wraps Nate in it and starts throwing it around the hall, and I've got it wrapped around me a little bit. Then we ran down the hall to bang on Riaz's door - Riaz being a gorgeous RA - at 3am, and THANK GOD he didn't open it. Good lord, we nearly busted ourselves on that one. The next day there was a tell-tale trail of TP down the hall... His door says Knock for Condoms, and when he didn't answer one of the girls left him a note that said Thanks a lot for not answering, now we all have STDs. Seriously though, had he opened that door we'd have been in so much shit. So we run back down the hall, Jessica's disappeared to Chris' suite where she alternately slept and threw up for about an hour until she came back to throw up in her own bathroom. Meanwhile, I'm once again lying on the floor of our suite. Steven comes out of nowhere and dumps a box of Q-tips on me; I bat them away lazily. He comes back with 2 half-empty bottles of beer and dumps those on my face, getting beer all over the walls and more importantly all over me, smearing my Empire and stinging my eyes. Paul joins us in the hall, drinking a beer. I "borrow" it and retaliate against Steven, leaving us both sodden and laughing. And the walls are now speckled with the marker washing off our arms as well as the beer. Music is coming from my room so I go in there and lie on the floor and end up wearing a beer soaked towel around my head a la the virgin mary with Steven curled up in my lap. And somehow also I found a monacle - a remnant of the shiny sunglasses that inevitably broke into many pieces. We lie down, as do Chris and Yuka, and we're singing along to the songs Ashley is choosing from my computer. By this time it's around 4:30am and most people had left. Nate, Tiffany and Lisa were gone by like 3:30am, and Paul and Meagan were holed up in Jessica's room where no one ventured to go. Ashley's friends had left to drive back to Cal Poly after attempting to sober up. Jessica was in the bathroom from pretty much 3 till 6am. Around 5am Steven and Yuka, Ashley and Chris leave after a decent attempt at helping me clean up the Q-tips and toilet paper all over my suite, and I get Jessica settled in my roommate's bed, since her room was, er, occupied. We get ready for bed, but she shoots out to the bathroom within like 5 minutes, so I got up and sat with her till around 6am, when we both finally settled down to sleep.
Got up around noon and went down to breakfast - Jessica didn't make it through 2 bites before she had to leave. We get back to the suite, she's in the bathroom, and Paul and Meagan leave. Jessica and I clean up all the bottles and the rest of the TP and Q-tips we'd missed the night before, vacuum and wash all of our towels (which had been used to clean up the various spills of the night) and her sheets. And then we went through the pictures. We'd apparently used my camera, her camera, and Yuka's camera, creating 3 lovely Facebook albums of the craziness. And then we did NOTHING for the rest of the day and it was GLORIOUS.
So today was homework day, of course. All my spanish exercises and starting a study guide for Thursday's Art History midterm. But we'd promised Chris we'd act in his 15 minute horror film, which he wanted to start shooting tonight. So around 10:30pm Chris, me, Jessica, Matt and Jon gather the props and head out to the baseball field, where we're to film the first part of the movie. It's dark and isolated out there = perfect, right? So we're there for about 45 minutes getting different shots and then out of nowhere these BRIGHT headlights shine onto the field. A figure with a flashlight gets out and comes toward us. Chris meets him halfway - DPS. Apparently we need a permit to film on the field. Chris comes back and shares this with us and says They need to see an ID and I left mine in my room. So I go show them mine ... I hand it to the guy thinking Ok, he's just making sure we're SC students ... and then he clicks on his radio and reads them my ID number. Then he sees that we had a candle and starts yalling at me, You guys seriously had a CANDLE out here? Do you even KNOW what would happen if the coach heard about this!? And I'm like Um... am I gonna get in trouble for this? And he says We'll contact you. If anything's broken or someone comes and burns UCLA into the grass, we know you were here and you'll be responsible. Of course, he said he knew there were five of us and of course ALL of us would be responsible, but he only took MY id number. So here we are having a huge loud party with lots of alcohol in our dorm where it's totally not allowed, we BANG on an RA's door at 3 in the morning, and still we don't get caught. Two night's later we're sitting on the grass of the baseball field with a movie camera and we get busted.
How weird is that?
Tragically it wasn't the same attractive DPS officer that drove me to the hospital that one time and we had a really indepth conversation which encompassed everything from the present to our respective childhoods and "The Hot Lava Game". That would've been funny... But no, I got the jackass one who yelled at me like we were doing something wrong. Bastard.
If anything freaking happens to that field tonight I am SO going to murder Chris...
And that was my weekend =D