start off with a bang
Well, my birthday was certainly fun. Family and I plus Josh, Katie, and Meredith went out to Shogun for my birthday dinner. The food was good. I got lobster, which was fabulous. The chef who cooked at our table was pretty funny also. Anyway, when we were done it was only around 8 or so and Kat, Mer and I decided to go see Sweeney Todd up at the Marquee. We got there about two hours early so we walked amongst the ghetto people and shops, then went to eat at Red Robin. Well, not eat really. Sundaes don't count as a meal. But we had dessert. Saw the movie, which was really good, even if certain parts of it were freaking annoying.
We managed to make it back to our part of town with no major mishaps. Oh, except for the guy we saw smoking weed in the car next to us. We laughed for so long about that, but I was still kinda worried, because I didn't want to get into an accident on 610. That would just be such a bitch. Anyway, so we're back on Hwy 6 and turning on to West going towards the college to drop Katie off because she wouldn't stop bugging me about stopping at a gas station to go buy some cigarettes when, out of nowhere...
BAM!
We get rear-ended by this Dodge Nitro. We through the intersection, up over the curb, barely miss a telephone pole, and into the Shell parking lot. Had to have traveled at least 1000 ft. I'm uberfuckingpissed. This is my baby, my car, and whoever the hell hit me put me and two of my best friends in serious fucking danger. There was absolutely no warning at all, no screeching brakes, no honking, nothing.
So we're in the parking lot. I'm a little shaken, a lot battered and bruised, but otherwise fine. I check on Katie and Meredith. they're pretty much the same, though Katie got it worse than Mer and I because she was sitting in the back and had been in an accident similar to this not that long ago. Suddenly at my window, there's this guy in a fuzzy hot pink robe and fuzzy black boots asking if I'm okay. It took me a minute to realize that this was the fucker who fucking fucked up my fucking car. I get out, slam the door, and reply that yeah, we're all fucking fine except for my fucking new car. Fuck, this is a great fucking birthday present. (Obviously, I have discovered that my flight or fight response is fight. I'm pretty sure it's genetic.) Then about a gagillion and a half tow trucks show up, but all the drivers were pretty fucking cool, so I didn't mind. The cops showed up and gave the guy in the pink robe a sobriety test which he subsequently failed because he's a douche bag and chose to drive drunk. The ambulance showed up the EMTs asked Kat if she needed to go to the hospital because I'm pretty sure she hit her head on the back of the passenger seat. She waited until my mom and dad showed up though, because she wanted to ask my mom what she should do. She eventually went with the advice of my mom. After that Meredith took off with her dad and then we were finally allowed to leave.
I'm just so thankful that none of us are the worse for wear. The cop, wreckers, and EMTs all pretty much said that they've seen accidents like these and usually they're pulling dead bodies out of the seats and we are all so amazingly lucky to be in this major wreck and walking away from it.
Really, it was a hell of a birthday.
We managed to make it back to our part of town with no major mishaps. Oh, except for the guy we saw smoking weed in the car next to us. We laughed for so long about that, but I was still kinda worried, because I didn't want to get into an accident on 610. That would just be such a bitch. Anyway, so we're back on Hwy 6 and turning on to West going towards the college to drop Katie off because she wouldn't stop bugging me about stopping at a gas station to go buy some cigarettes when, out of nowhere...
BAM!
We get rear-ended by this Dodge Nitro. We through the intersection, up over the curb, barely miss a telephone pole, and into the Shell parking lot. Had to have traveled at least 1000 ft. I'm uberfuckingpissed. This is my baby, my car, and whoever the hell hit me put me and two of my best friends in serious fucking danger. There was absolutely no warning at all, no screeching brakes, no honking, nothing.
So we're in the parking lot. I'm a little shaken, a lot battered and bruised, but otherwise fine. I check on Katie and Meredith. they're pretty much the same, though Katie got it worse than Mer and I because she was sitting in the back and had been in an accident similar to this not that long ago. Suddenly at my window, there's this guy in a fuzzy hot pink robe and fuzzy black boots asking if I'm okay. It took me a minute to realize that this was the fucker who fucking fucked up my fucking car. I get out, slam the door, and reply that yeah, we're all fucking fine except for my fucking new car. Fuck, this is a great fucking birthday present. (Obviously, I have discovered that my flight or fight response is fight. I'm pretty sure it's genetic.) Then about a gagillion and a half tow trucks show up, but all the drivers were pretty fucking cool, so I didn't mind. The cops showed up and gave the guy in the pink robe a sobriety test which he subsequently failed because he's a douche bag and chose to drive drunk. The ambulance showed up the EMTs asked Kat if she needed to go to the hospital because I'm pretty sure she hit her head on the back of the passenger seat. She waited until my mom and dad showed up though, because she wanted to ask my mom what she should do. She eventually went with the advice of my mom. After that Meredith took off with her dad and then we were finally allowed to leave.
I'm just so thankful that none of us are the worse for wear. The cop, wreckers, and EMTs all pretty much said that they've seen accidents like these and usually they're pulling dead bodies out of the seats and we are all so amazingly lucky to be in this major wreck and walking away from it.
Really, it was a hell of a birthday.