**good times**
This weekend was Grooveside connection 3 party... oh hell it was a good night.
The night started off on such a wrong foot, however. Tim and I were late getting out the door, we didn't leave till 9:30. Then my car broke down about 4 blocks from my house. the damn timing belt broke (about $400 to fix), so we left my car and took Tim's gas guzzler. We finally made it down to the party and had to stand in line for 2 freakin hours!!!! I was not a happy raver. Plus my cat eye contacts were making my vision blurry and the girl behind us kept scream that she was gonna kick some ass if people didn't stop cutting in line. Not only that but fatty up ahead of us kept busting ass. Not enjoyable. When we finally got up to the front of the line the guy in front of us said they raised the ticket prices from $25 to $35. He didn't have enough money so we let him borrow $10. Then we didn't have enough "fun" money. So we were hella bummed. We had to get some more money at the ATM accross the street and then decided to make the best of what we could.
From that point on the night got sooooo much better. We ran into so many friends, including a girl we always party with. It was kinda like a going away party for her since she will be moving to New York. Sadness..
Ran into r.k. and had an angry moment, will I ever get over what he did to me? Every time he asks for my number I give it to him, why? He never calls. Asshole.
Tim made me feel better. He understands how i have been hurt and knows how to make me feel like it will be ok.
After having maybe the best night at a party, I've ever had, we left. We watched the sunrise as we drove to a friends house. We had a big slumber on a giant bed, then came home.
As we were following Erika to the freeway, I turned to Tim and asked "this is the last time we will see her, isn't it?" He said yeah. It was really sad. I hope that isn't true. Otherwise, Goodbye Erika, good luck in life!
The night started off on such a wrong foot, however. Tim and I were late getting out the door, we didn't leave till 9:30. Then my car broke down about 4 blocks from my house. the damn timing belt broke (about $400 to fix), so we left my car and took Tim's gas guzzler. We finally made it down to the party and had to stand in line for 2 freakin hours!!!! I was not a happy raver. Plus my cat eye contacts were making my vision blurry and the girl behind us kept scream that she was gonna kick some ass if people didn't stop cutting in line. Not only that but fatty up ahead of us kept busting ass. Not enjoyable. When we finally got up to the front of the line the guy in front of us said they raised the ticket prices from $25 to $35. He didn't have enough money so we let him borrow $10. Then we didn't have enough "fun" money. So we were hella bummed. We had to get some more money at the ATM accross the street and then decided to make the best of what we could.
From that point on the night got sooooo much better. We ran into so many friends, including a girl we always party with. It was kinda like a going away party for her since she will be moving to New York. Sadness..
Ran into r.k. and had an angry moment, will I ever get over what he did to me? Every time he asks for my number I give it to him, why? He never calls. Asshole.
Tim made me feel better. He understands how i have been hurt and knows how to make me feel like it will be ok.
After having maybe the best night at a party, I've ever had, we left. We watched the sunrise as we drove to a friends house. We had a big slumber on a giant bed, then came home.
As we were following Erika to the freeway, I turned to Tim and asked "this is the last time we will see her, isn't it?" He said yeah. It was really sad. I hope that isn't true. Otherwise, Goodbye Erika, good luck in life!