Jul 29, 2006 15:52
X-posted from the scwb board.
This is how I spent my awesome Friday night/Saturday morning:
I rode my bike, and I got to thinking about how even though I'm leaving soon, I need to buddy up, and make some friends, and take advantage of the fact that everyone at Taco Bell loves me. So when I got to the park I called this one kid I work with quite a bit. Awesome kid's friend. We get to talking, and the kid always makes me laugh, so I'm like "Hey, we should hang out. Get get some coffee, or see a movie or something." So we make plans. He's gonna pick me up after I get home, and shower(I was all sweaty and smelly after riding my bike). He picks me up(it is 9:00pm-ish, Friday), and we decide that slushies sound way better than anything at the coffee shop, so we go to DQ.
After Dairy Queen, we decided that awesome kid is probably working, so we decide to stop by work, and give him trouble. Only problem is, once we get to Drive Thru, it's our not so social manager, Mike, on headset. We still like to make the guy smile though, awesome kid's friend orders a hard shell taco, grilled. The order sounds strange to Mike, but he doesn't realize it's us, so it's all good. We pull up to the window, and it's not any of the other crew members working it, it's our other manager Nakia. But she think's we're funny, and rolls her eyes at us. Awesome kid's friend tells her to make sure his taco is a hardshell, so she shouts to everybody that we want a hard taco(giggling ensues), she also informs everyone that it's us. We pay, and pull up to the next window, and Mike hands us two tacos. One soft, one hard. The soft one is grilled, but we realize this later. We didn't eat either tacos.
After Taco Bell, we go back to his house to hang out with Bob, another manager of ours who awesome kid's friend lives with, and watch Hostel. Worst fucking movie ever. I made fun of it mostly, and then fell asleep. I didn't see the end.
I woke up, and it was 3:00am. I freak out. Everybody tells me to calm down, and that everybody will understand. While, I don't think that, I do think "Oh well, I'm already out, and in shit now, might as well have fun."
We all(manager, awesome kid's friend, and I) go to Denny's. We discuss how red headed chicks are hot, and order food. Once we get it. I flirt with the waiteress. She says something about being "good to go," we all groan. LAter someone mentions being full, to which we all reply "On value?" We eat, and talk, and have a good time.
Back to his house. My aunt calls. Wants me to come home right then(it is 5:00am-ish, Saturday). I do, completely expecting to get kicked out, and called all sorts of shit, and so on. But this time, I feel oddly comfortable with it. Like I knew I had fucked up, and I was ready to hear it out. But it didn't happen. They sit me down, we talk, no yelling, and everything is all good. They care; they are loving. Everything is all good.
I don't think I got off easy. I think I'm just lucky. Lucky to have good people around.
Memories were made, yo. It was a good night. A good story.