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Happy St. Pattys day!
After school, Stef and I went over to Doug's party. It rocked hard core...nothing like a buffet of alcohol, a ton of drunk people, and blaring Drop Kick Murphys and Flogging Molly. The party was awesome, hung in the attic a bit...but when i got off the ladder i beheld the most aweful site in the whole wide world...Doug's mom. She flipped. Kid went out window. The worst part of everything was the junk his mom was saying to him...specifically about us. She told him how we werent going to even want to be friends with him anymore because she would take pride in being the btch of the neigborhood. I wanted to stand up and tell her that she doesnt realize that he son is one of the coolest kids i know and it doesnt matter what his future holds-i'll stil be friends with him through it. I didnt have to..doug stood up for us, and told his mom she was dead wrong on the statement. After Doug's Stef and I took Cara with us because she was way too in the spirit of the holiday to go home. So we went and found her a nice local public place to pee, got gas, got Jen, dropped Cara at home and we begun our 2nd celebration of this holiday. We chilled with Yoshi for a little bit, but he had to go home, and we got DJ. So me, stef, jen, and DJ started our 3rd celebration of this glorious, yet blurry holiday. Then both Jen and DJ had to go home, so Dave was called. He got off work at 8, so at 7:50 i get a great idea...to hide in the back of his broncho and jump out and scream as soon as he started backing up. So i waited for what felt like years freezing to death...when finally he came to the car, noticed I didn't close the door all the way...and spotted me **cries**
Then stef, me, and dave began celebrating our 4th celebration of this incredible, yet swirling holiday.
Then an in depth, deep conversation with stef...now home, tired, bored, and sad.
<3<3<3
Hope everyone out there thats Irish..and everyone that isnt Irish yet still partied like crazy for that little green guy had a great night. <3
After school, Stef and I went over to Doug's party. It rocked hard core...nothing like a buffet of alcohol, a ton of drunk people, and blaring Drop Kick Murphys and Flogging Molly. The party was awesome, hung in the attic a bit...but when i got off the ladder i beheld the most aweful site in the whole wide world...Doug's mom. She flipped. Kid went out window. The worst part of everything was the junk his mom was saying to him...specifically about us. She told him how we werent going to even want to be friends with him anymore because she would take pride in being the btch of the neigborhood. I wanted to stand up and tell her that she doesnt realize that he son is one of the coolest kids i know and it doesnt matter what his future holds-i'll stil be friends with him through it. I didnt have to..doug stood up for us, and told his mom she was dead wrong on the statement. After Doug's Stef and I took Cara with us because she was way too in the spirit of the holiday to go home. So we went and found her a nice local public place to pee, got gas, got Jen, dropped Cara at home and we begun our 2nd celebration of this holiday. We chilled with Yoshi for a little bit, but he had to go home, and we got DJ. So me, stef, jen, and DJ started our 3rd celebration of this glorious, yet blurry holiday. Then both Jen and DJ had to go home, so Dave was called. He got off work at 8, so at 7:50 i get a great idea...to hide in the back of his broncho and jump out and scream as soon as he started backing up. So i waited for what felt like years freezing to death...when finally he came to the car, noticed I didn't close the door all the way...and spotted me **cries**
Then stef, me, and dave began celebrating our 4th celebration of this incredible, yet swirling holiday.
Then an in depth, deep conversation with stef...now home, tired, bored, and sad.
<3<3<3
Hope everyone out there thats Irish..and everyone that isnt Irish yet still partied like crazy for that little green guy had a great night. <3