i was just practicing for my role in fast and the furious 3
i cant believe yesterday was one day. it honestly feels like a week went by. and i also cant believe that i am sitting here doing my hair getting ready to go out again tonight. preferrably back to the lake.
my horror started when i couldnt fall asleep wed pm and as a result, overslept on thursday. of course i had to open, and when i cracked my eyes open i was greeted with "4:30" when i clearly had to be at work at 4:45.
i hauled ass and managed to get out of my house, coffee-less, in exactly 10 minutes. i decided that i couldnt take my sweet ass time on rt 1 so i took 128 instead. i was surprised bc there was a bit of traffic, usually at 4 there is no one on the road. i flew to work and would have made it at 4:55 the latest had it not been for the undercover cop in dedham on the fast lane side, lights off. i was going 100, which was irresponsible, but i panicked and i absolutely *hate* being late.
when i drove by the cop i slammed on my brakes and screamed FUCKKKK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! and was shocked to see that there was no cop behind me [i didnt think, anyway..] then i was getting off my exit, 5 exits later, and a car changed over from the fast lane and got behind me. that damn cop. he stopped me and was like, "is everything okay?" i lied when he asked me when the last time i got stopped was; i said never. he gave me a ticket for going 65+ in a 55 for $100 and although that sucks balls, he could have technically arrested me or taken away my license. i was doubling the speed limit. he said he would have let me off but i was just "going way too fast." nextel, done.
did i mention the cop was hot?
got to work which was fine, we had a sort of slow morning, until a crazy rush of 75-100 middle school/high school kids came in, DURING OUR NORMAL PEAK TIME, on what i am assuming was a field trip. they all ordered DIFFERENT KINDS of frappuccinos. i thought i was going to shit my pants. the people on register were marking cups and they were just stacking piles next to the blender. welcome to hell.
shortly after, my soon-to-be husband doug mirabelli came in, sporting a yellow hawaiian shirt, which is clearly unacceptable. we chatted ;) alan came in too around 11:30 and i told him how he just missed a huge rush, he goes, "yeah i was driving by last week with clement and we saw that so we just kept driving to the next starbucks.." i yelled at him for that, too. hes a goof.
i got off work an hour late due to the excessive rushes, and didnt even get a 10 or a half. i drove home really quick and showered, and left my house with wet hair to be dried by the sunroof ;) i had to get to kata bc she was working washington sq and i was her ride.
we hit the atrium mall for abercrombie and bebe. then we decided to go to cheesecake and sit outside and enjoy the sun.
after that, we went to express and i got *more* clothes. we babysat julia for a bit, then i had my class from 7:30-9. after, i met back up with kata and mariah, who was with two friends, holly and ashley. we saw sisterhood of the traveling pants which was so cute, definitely needed it.
after that, kata got a call from her friend roman saying there was a party in... gasp... FOXBORO (what the FUCK) at some other guys house, also named roman. kata assured me that there wouldnt be any foxboro people there (hah thank CHRIST) so i went. he lives on the lake and has a boat. plenty of vodka, too and beer pong set up. NOT TO MENTION two dogs. i was sold.
a few people i knew were there including mitch, sabrina and natasha. mitch was super hammered and decided at 3 am to go on the rowboat-- the one you pedal on -- but clearly he didnt understand the concept of weight ratios and the thing almost tipped over. mitch screamed bloody murder and it was the funniest thing EVER. him and roman were like WE GOTTA GO TO THE ISLAND OVER THERE, WE'LL BRING YOU ALL BACK SOME TREASURE. unfortuntely for us, the only treasure we got was mitch's naked soaking wet ass, dropping trou shamelessly while we all sat there laughing til we cried.
after i had a few vodkas in me and got really attached to the two dogs, we decided to crash there. i finally fell asleep at 5 am, after being awake for over 24 hours.
we woke up around 10:30 this morning to construction workers outside; people were putting in an inground pool and inspectors and all sorts of people were outside. i was a total shitshow in my stupid miniskirt and slut shoes. my hair was out of control. nika told me i looked like jessica simpson last night, and i really wanna know how much the chick drank beforehand.
so here was the problem this morning: roman's parents are in brazil for the next 8 days. they have a nice little 19 foot stingray but his dad knew better than to leave the battery inside. so this morning, after trying his honda battery and failing [good thing he didnt try the audi battery, that car is so beautiful.. sacrifice the honda any day..] we went to where his dad left his car [his uncle's i guess] and we broke in and stole the boat battery, which his dad had tried to hide. while driving back, some idiot in a honda hatchback decided to intentionally swerve out in front of us and we tapped him from behind. he motioned for us to drive into a parking lot and proceeded to stay on his phone and say to us, "do you wanna call this in or do you wanna call it out?" << i had to turn away bc i was about to laugh in his face. what the fuck does that mean? anyway he yelled at roman for driving so fast and we left. what a fag. he was so white trash.
we hit starbucks canton after and then me and kata had to get back to newton so i missed the boat adventure. i had planned to drive back and go fishing with the boys, but i ended up chillin on katas deck in the sun reading Us magazine and talking with mariah.
we also made a pit stop to south brookline sbux. hmm, wonder why ;)
i dropped kata off at work and drove home. we might go party with them tonight when she gets off at 10:30, i have no idea. i am closing tomorrow which sucks, and i just agreed to work at 8-4:30 at chris' store on sunday but its okay, kata gets out around then and we're hitting wrentham and then roman is having | a n o t h e r | party. :)
its officially summer.
i love it.
ciao.
*katelyn*
my horror started when i couldnt fall asleep wed pm and as a result, overslept on thursday. of course i had to open, and when i cracked my eyes open i was greeted with "4:30" when i clearly had to be at work at 4:45.
i hauled ass and managed to get out of my house, coffee-less, in exactly 10 minutes. i decided that i couldnt take my sweet ass time on rt 1 so i took 128 instead. i was surprised bc there was a bit of traffic, usually at 4 there is no one on the road. i flew to work and would have made it at 4:55 the latest had it not been for the undercover cop in dedham on the fast lane side, lights off. i was going 100, which was irresponsible, but i panicked and i absolutely *hate* being late.
when i drove by the cop i slammed on my brakes and screamed FUCKKKK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! and was shocked to see that there was no cop behind me [i didnt think, anyway..] then i was getting off my exit, 5 exits later, and a car changed over from the fast lane and got behind me. that damn cop. he stopped me and was like, "is everything okay?" i lied when he asked me when the last time i got stopped was; i said never. he gave me a ticket for going 65+ in a 55 for $100 and although that sucks balls, he could have technically arrested me or taken away my license. i was doubling the speed limit. he said he would have let me off but i was just "going way too fast." nextel, done.
did i mention the cop was hot?
got to work which was fine, we had a sort of slow morning, until a crazy rush of 75-100 middle school/high school kids came in, DURING OUR NORMAL PEAK TIME, on what i am assuming was a field trip. they all ordered DIFFERENT KINDS of frappuccinos. i thought i was going to shit my pants. the people on register were marking cups and they were just stacking piles next to the blender. welcome to hell.
shortly after, my soon-to-be husband doug mirabelli came in, sporting a yellow hawaiian shirt, which is clearly unacceptable. we chatted ;) alan came in too around 11:30 and i told him how he just missed a huge rush, he goes, "yeah i was driving by last week with clement and we saw that so we just kept driving to the next starbucks.." i yelled at him for that, too. hes a goof.
i got off work an hour late due to the excessive rushes, and didnt even get a 10 or a half. i drove home really quick and showered, and left my house with wet hair to be dried by the sunroof ;) i had to get to kata bc she was working washington sq and i was her ride.
we hit the atrium mall for abercrombie and bebe. then we decided to go to cheesecake and sit outside and enjoy the sun.
after that, we went to express and i got *more* clothes. we babysat julia for a bit, then i had my class from 7:30-9. after, i met back up with kata and mariah, who was with two friends, holly and ashley. we saw sisterhood of the traveling pants which was so cute, definitely needed it.
after that, kata got a call from her friend roman saying there was a party in... gasp... FOXBORO (what the FUCK) at some other guys house, also named roman. kata assured me that there wouldnt be any foxboro people there (hah thank CHRIST) so i went. he lives on the lake and has a boat. plenty of vodka, too and beer pong set up. NOT TO MENTION two dogs. i was sold.
a few people i knew were there including mitch, sabrina and natasha. mitch was super hammered and decided at 3 am to go on the rowboat-- the one you pedal on -- but clearly he didnt understand the concept of weight ratios and the thing almost tipped over. mitch screamed bloody murder and it was the funniest thing EVER. him and roman were like WE GOTTA GO TO THE ISLAND OVER THERE, WE'LL BRING YOU ALL BACK SOME TREASURE. unfortuntely for us, the only treasure we got was mitch's naked soaking wet ass, dropping trou shamelessly while we all sat there laughing til we cried.
after i had a few vodkas in me and got really attached to the two dogs, we decided to crash there. i finally fell asleep at 5 am, after being awake for over 24 hours.
we woke up around 10:30 this morning to construction workers outside; people were putting in an inground pool and inspectors and all sorts of people were outside. i was a total shitshow in my stupid miniskirt and slut shoes. my hair was out of control. nika told me i looked like jessica simpson last night, and i really wanna know how much the chick drank beforehand.
so here was the problem this morning: roman's parents are in brazil for the next 8 days. they have a nice little 19 foot stingray but his dad knew better than to leave the battery inside. so this morning, after trying his honda battery and failing [good thing he didnt try the audi battery, that car is so beautiful.. sacrifice the honda any day..] we went to where his dad left his car [his uncle's i guess] and we broke in and stole the boat battery, which his dad had tried to hide. while driving back, some idiot in a honda hatchback decided to intentionally swerve out in front of us and we tapped him from behind. he motioned for us to drive into a parking lot and proceeded to stay on his phone and say to us, "do you wanna call this in or do you wanna call it out?" << i had to turn away bc i was about to laugh in his face. what the fuck does that mean? anyway he yelled at roman for driving so fast and we left. what a fag. he was so white trash.
we hit starbucks canton after and then me and kata had to get back to newton so i missed the boat adventure. i had planned to drive back and go fishing with the boys, but i ended up chillin on katas deck in the sun reading Us magazine and talking with mariah.
we also made a pit stop to south brookline sbux. hmm, wonder why ;)
i dropped kata off at work and drove home. we might go party with them tonight when she gets off at 10:30, i have no idea. i am closing tomorrow which sucks, and i just agreed to work at 8-4:30 at chris' store on sunday but its okay, kata gets out around then and we're hitting wrentham and then roman is having | a n o t h e r | party. :)
its officially summer.
i love it.
ciao.
*katelyn*