Reasons why life is awesome:

Feb 11, 2007 13:34

Ok- Life is really cool sometimes.
Let me start off by posing the question:






If you don't remember, they were a popular boyband circa the 'early 2000's'.

AnNDDNNDDD I went to Greg Raposo's MANSION last night and got drunk and played volleyball with Greg Raposo....and I went in his ballpit.



THE GREG RAPOSO

THIS IS THE WHOLE STORY:

So! In June a bunch of girls and I went into the city to eat for C.Parks birthday. On the train ride home annoying girls were taking pictures of a ~hottie~ sitting behind them. I was a bunch of rows back so I wasn't really watching or paying attention. So all of a sudden the news travels to the back of the train- the guy was in Dream Street. So blalala we're freaking out blalala. So I went over and was asking questions and he was being suchhhh a tool bag. He told us we'd someday figure out what real music was and ballalala toolbag.



BUTTT YEAH BASICALLY.

So a couple months go by and I meet Brian and we're talking and we figure out that he knows Greg Raposo and went to High School with him and his band plays with Gregs band and blalalalalla weird.

So more time passes and then Brian tells me that I GET TO GO TO A GREG RAPOSO PARTY!!!!!
So I bring Kate and Jen to their show and Brians band was good and Raposo (Gregs band's name is his last name....lame.) sucked and blalalalala

SO THEN WE GET TO GREG RAPOSOS MANSION.
I DID NOT STEP FOOT INSIDE HIS ACTUAL HOUSE.
BECAUSE WE WENT INTO THE POOL HOUSE. THE POOL HOUSE HAS AN INDOOR POOL, A BASKETBALL COURT, A BALLPIT, A TRAMPOLINE, AND A WHOLE OTHER WING I DIDN'T EVEN CHECK OUT.
BASICALLY AMAZING.

So we played volleyball in the gym with a giant ball and I scored a point and Greg DOUBLE HIGH FIVED ME.
JEeeAaLLLoUuUSs?

ALSO- I brought up the train incident and he was like OmGgG U LOOK FAmILIAR! So we were talking about it and ballalal AND HE WOULDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT DREAMSTREET!!! I was like SAY IT.

So in the end, he was really really nice and friendly and I felt kinda bad for calling him a toolbag, even though it's true.

So in the end, I'm best friends with a Popstar...and you're not.

Previous post Next post
Up