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Tonight was interesting. Mom and I had a nice little dinner at my favorite restaurant, Mexico Tipico. Then as I was pulling out of the parking lot (yes, I was in the driver's seat) and who shows up but Eric, Ged, and Chad. So Mom got in the driver's seat and I went and sat with them while they ate dinner.
Later we met up with Britt and then went to a party at the house of this girl I don't really know. It was kind of awkward, but it was ok. I didn't really associate with anyone outside of my friends. Chad made fun of me because I took one sip of Zima after much harassment and thought it was really strong and gross-tasting. Apparently Zima is a "pussy drink" as Chad repeatedly told me.
Then we had a little south end carpool. Britt drove me, Chad, and Eric home. In the car somebody hit me or something and I shrieked for the second time that night. (Earlier that night I had screamed when Chad pinched my neck.) Eric informed me, "Geez, you're so loud, I would never try to rape you." Good to know.
After we dropped Chad off first, we're on this little back road in Chad's neighborhood at midnight, blasting Dixie Chicks. We all see this movement on the road. Britt brakes, and for some reason we all scream. It turns out it was a remote control car. We all found this immensely funny. I don't know why. Just why the hell was some guy sitting out in his south end yard by himself at midnight playing with a remote control car, making it swerve in front of real cars?
Funniness.
Later we met up with Britt and then went to a party at the house of this girl I don't really know. It was kind of awkward, but it was ok. I didn't really associate with anyone outside of my friends. Chad made fun of me because I took one sip of Zima after much harassment and thought it was really strong and gross-tasting. Apparently Zima is a "pussy drink" as Chad repeatedly told me.
Then we had a little south end carpool. Britt drove me, Chad, and Eric home. In the car somebody hit me or something and I shrieked for the second time that night. (Earlier that night I had screamed when Chad pinched my neck.) Eric informed me, "Geez, you're so loud, I would never try to rape you." Good to know.
After we dropped Chad off first, we're on this little back road in Chad's neighborhood at midnight, blasting Dixie Chicks. We all see this movement on the road. Britt brakes, and for some reason we all scream. It turns out it was a remote control car. We all found this immensely funny. I don't know why. Just why the hell was some guy sitting out in his south end yard by himself at midnight playing with a remote control car, making it swerve in front of real cars?
Funniness.