OK, lots to talk about
First off, I would like to congratulate myself on finishing the first official draft of my F3 script. Yes, it's true. And it doesn't suck. I love it. I love something that I wrote. Yesss! We'll see what the teacher thinks of it... haha, maybe she'll give me a 78.
Also, I helped Erin with her script today which made me feel very useful. I love throwing out ideas with back-and-forth conversation. It works like a charm. Granted, I can't do it for my own work, but at least I can help others.
Today was very busy for being a day off. My radiator was cracked so I had to wake up at 8a to get it fixed. Thanks to Erin for waking up and lending me her car. Also got my hair cut. It's an improvement but the bangs are still short which I'm not that excited about.
Plus, the most important new development of the past 24 hours: I am obsessed with the show LOST. Amazing. Great story, great cinematography, great actors, and it's scary! I love it. I've only been watching it since last night and I'm already at episode 6. And I'm going to watch more.
But the REALLY big news is as follows.
Tonight was Erin's friend Ryan's birthday party at some kid's house down the road. I didn't have anything to drink so I drove Erin and Bic with me to the party. We decide to have a couple shots, just for shits and giggles, and I drink some of Erin's hunch punch. Erin mingles, me and Bic go pee. Then I get a call from Jason so I go outside to see if he's there and call him. I go outside with Bic and a cab pulls up. They asked if we called a cab, we said no, I got off the phone with Jason, and Bic goes inside to find the person that called the cab (which we instinctively thought would be the girl throwing up in the bathroom). Now, I walk to the backyard to find Jason, and I overhear someone say that the cops were here. I was thinking, "Wow, I didn't see any cops. Maybe they are just going to tell us to keep it down or break it up." Nothing big. I get up to Jason and them and tell them nonchalantly that the cops are here, or so I heard.
Then who I will refer to as a power dyke (the fem cop) stomps up behind Bickers as Bic is walking up to us. Once Bic stops we realize that the cop was following her specifically and asked for her ID. I'm flipping my shit at this point, thinking that I'm going to get arrested for having taken a drink or for simply being at a party where there's alcohol and I'm underage. But Bic is freaking out b/c her ID's in the car and I need to go open it. So I'm trying to keep my cool and I get out the keys and we start walking towards the car when the power dyke tells us she'll take her word for it. But we move outta there anyway, just as another cop is telling everyone to get out if they don't live there.
So let me back up. Apparently as I was walking in the backyard and Bic was looking for the cab person, the cop walked in the house and right up to Bic and GRABBED HER arm and demanded her ID since she was holding a cup of wine. Bic flipped her shit obviously and came looking for me, hence why the cop was following her.
As we're walking away to leave, I saw a sight I wished I would never see. Some random kid, underage, was getting put in handcuffs in front of everyone for having a cup in his hand. He was fucking getting arrested. And you know what? The people that lived there, even though they were 21, were also getting arrested for serving alcohol to minors. Fucking beatiful. I have never, ever seen anything like that in my life. It was so fucking bizarre.
And not to mention the most important point. 90% of the time I'm at a party, I'm drinking. Which means I have a cup in my hand. So if I had had a cup in my hand and the power dyke would have seen me, I would be in jail right now. Not cool. I guess I wasn't meant to go to jail tonight, thank goodness, but the fact of the matter is that the situation freaked me out. So what are the lessons learned?
1. Don't leave your door open at parties b/c cops can walk right in, as evidence from tonight.
2. You can get arrested for having underage people at your party if it's your house. I thought this might be true, but never saw it with my own eyes.
3. What the fuck am I going to do now if I'm scared to have a cup in my hand at parties? Guess I have to go back to drinking out of other people's cups.
Ugh. Weird ass night.
Also, I helped Erin with her script today which made me feel very useful. I love throwing out ideas with back-and-forth conversation. It works like a charm. Granted, I can't do it for my own work, but at least I can help others.
Today was very busy for being a day off. My radiator was cracked so I had to wake up at 8a to get it fixed. Thanks to Erin for waking up and lending me her car. Also got my hair cut. It's an improvement but the bangs are still short which I'm not that excited about.
Plus, the most important new development of the past 24 hours: I am obsessed with the show LOST. Amazing. Great story, great cinematography, great actors, and it's scary! I love it. I've only been watching it since last night and I'm already at episode 6. And I'm going to watch more.
But the REALLY big news is as follows.
Tonight was Erin's friend Ryan's birthday party at some kid's house down the road. I didn't have anything to drink so I drove Erin and Bic with me to the party. We decide to have a couple shots, just for shits and giggles, and I drink some of Erin's hunch punch. Erin mingles, me and Bic go pee. Then I get a call from Jason so I go outside to see if he's there and call him. I go outside with Bic and a cab pulls up. They asked if we called a cab, we said no, I got off the phone with Jason, and Bic goes inside to find the person that called the cab (which we instinctively thought would be the girl throwing up in the bathroom). Now, I walk to the backyard to find Jason, and I overhear someone say that the cops were here. I was thinking, "Wow, I didn't see any cops. Maybe they are just going to tell us to keep it down or break it up." Nothing big. I get up to Jason and them and tell them nonchalantly that the cops are here, or so I heard.
Then who I will refer to as a power dyke (the fem cop) stomps up behind Bickers as Bic is walking up to us. Once Bic stops we realize that the cop was following her specifically and asked for her ID. I'm flipping my shit at this point, thinking that I'm going to get arrested for having taken a drink or for simply being at a party where there's alcohol and I'm underage. But Bic is freaking out b/c her ID's in the car and I need to go open it. So I'm trying to keep my cool and I get out the keys and we start walking towards the car when the power dyke tells us she'll take her word for it. But we move outta there anyway, just as another cop is telling everyone to get out if they don't live there.
So let me back up. Apparently as I was walking in the backyard and Bic was looking for the cab person, the cop walked in the house and right up to Bic and GRABBED HER arm and demanded her ID since she was holding a cup of wine. Bic flipped her shit obviously and came looking for me, hence why the cop was following her.
As we're walking away to leave, I saw a sight I wished I would never see. Some random kid, underage, was getting put in handcuffs in front of everyone for having a cup in his hand. He was fucking getting arrested. And you know what? The people that lived there, even though they were 21, were also getting arrested for serving alcohol to minors. Fucking beatiful. I have never, ever seen anything like that in my life. It was so fucking bizarre.
And not to mention the most important point. 90% of the time I'm at a party, I'm drinking. Which means I have a cup in my hand. So if I had had a cup in my hand and the power dyke would have seen me, I would be in jail right now. Not cool. I guess I wasn't meant to go to jail tonight, thank goodness, but the fact of the matter is that the situation freaked me out. So what are the lessons learned?
1. Don't leave your door open at parties b/c cops can walk right in, as evidence from tonight.
2. You can get arrested for having underage people at your party if it's your house. I thought this might be true, but never saw it with my own eyes.
3. What the fuck am I going to do now if I'm scared to have a cup in my hand at parties? Guess I have to go back to drinking out of other people's cups.
Ugh. Weird ass night.