anyway, friday night:
i'll be more brief since i bored myself last time. so we ran into some dumbass hotel worker and told him we were looking for the bathroom, a ridiculous excuse considering how far he led us, past the laundry room, kitchen, and right at the security checkpoint! we banzai'd through with our little mumbled excuses and ducked into the crowd, proceeding to get drunk as all fuck. the party was cool, but it really wasn't my kind of people. i swear 70% of the guys there had shaved heads... the sheer audacity of our getting in was enough to make the night though, or it would have been, if not for the gas station incident. on our way home, we stopped on this gas station (for anyone familiar with the area, it's diagonal from this carl's jr near soces) to fill up some gas for tony's van. anthony, seeing an unlabeled button outside the gas station decides to push it repeatedly. it turns out the button was the emergency shut-off for the whole gas station! the attendant is furious, and he refuses to speak with us after calling the cops on us and saying we'd be getting a $1000 fine. all this and he kept our 20 bucks without giving us any gas! so we wait for the cops, and cautiously stash our liquor/pot/etc in a nearby alley just in case. luckily when the cop came, we were able to talk to him first, and we painted a vivid picture of the ridiculous situation we were in. he seemed to be solidly in our camp as he went inside to talk to the dick of a station clerk. we weren't able to hear their conversation, but after a minute or so, that drawer thing popped out with seb's 20, so obviously the guy made a total ass of himself bugging a cop over nothing. i should mention we were all seriously plastered at the time... so it was a big risk we were taking sticking around. but 20 bucks is 20 bucks!