"I cant remember my way back; I'm so lost, I'm so lost..." Kelly Clarkson
Saturday was the first memorable good day that I'd had in a while and it ended so annoyingly messed up that it kinda ruined my day as a whole.
To begin with, I FINALLY got paid, so having some cash is always a good way to start off a weekend. I stayed in on Friday and got up early to work Saturday morning. I work every Saturday morning and I complain about it, even though it's wrong and I have no reason to bitch. Thankfully, the morning went fast and then I left work to meet the Mommy and my sister to go shopping. I raced back to Target and my William Rast jeans were still there. I got a boot cut pair and they make my butt look cute. I need to get the skinny jeans. More stores followed, but I don't get anything.
Later on that night, my homie Tiffany asks me to come and hang out at this house party that one of her friends was throwing. It was out near Griffin, like 20 minutes away, and I would have had to drive myself, but I wanted to get out of the house and house parties are almost always "interesting" if nothing. So I gassed up the car, bought my share of beer; it was a B.Y.O.B. event, and drove down there. The directions to get there were excellent and when I arrived the place was packed. There had to have been fifteen to twenty cars and you could hear the music before you could see the house, which was set back in the woods. I get out and do a quick survey of the place: bonfire; check, lots of people holding beers and shouting to be heard; check, inappropriately dressed girls; check. Things were going well.
I find Tiffany and we do a slow lap of the place. The kitchen was crowded and the entire table was covered in alcohol bottles and cases of beer and of course, everyone had red cups in hand. I made myself a cranberry and vodka, making sure to use a bottle that wasn't opened yet- germs and all- and we squeezed through the house, looking for cute boys. We posted up in the basement where all the music was coming from and people watched/gossiped for a while. Nothing terribly exciting, except for a guy I met who had three different other guys names tattooed on his body and a drawing of a penis(seriously) on his calf.
All in all, it was pretty blah, and after I went back upstairs to use the bathroom and saw that the group of people in the kitchen were standing against the back wall getting darts from the dartboard thrown at them, I decided to call it an early night and go home. Twice, the party's hostess gave me directions on how to get back to the main road, but we all know that I'm severely directionally-challenged. I could get lost in a paper bag. So, naturally, I get my directions mixed up somewhere and got lost.
Okay, things were bad from the word "go". The house was back in the woods, so I had to drive down his narrow, pitch black, gravel road, and I just knew that Leatherface was waiting to pop out with the chain saw and slice me to ribbons. It felt like I was driving on it forever and then my phone signal kept blinking out. I finally came to a street sign and it was saying a road that I know I didn't pass on the way in and when I tried to turn around, I just ended up getting even more lost. For a second, I really considered parking the car and having a quick cry, just to relieve some stress. I kept calling Tiffany, who was a little tipsy, so therefore, absolutely no help, and I was getting freaked out and pissed off.
I HATE, hate, hate being lost, especially in the dark, out in the woods, by myself and I was seriously driving around praying to be found. I didn't pass a single car the whole time. Just when I was ready to have a nervous break down and just wait for daylight, Tiffany calls me back with some real help. Her friend, Jason, who I've met before and is kinda good looking, gets on the phone and I'm hysterical. He says all forceful and manly, "The first thing you need to do is calm down and do what I say" and it was like a verbal shaking by the shoulders. It made me take a deep breathe and stop babbling. It was sexy. If I wasn't so panicked, I would have asked him to tell me to calm down again, except say it slower. It was hot.
Like a knight in shining armour, Jason gave me perfect directions back to the main road and then he called back a few minutes later to make sure I was okay. The whole ordeal was so dramatic and traumatizing, that I went to bed as soon as I got home. Getting lost completely ruined my evening and killed my mood. I will never set foot in Griffin ever again, unless someone else is driving.
To begin with, I FINALLY got paid, so having some cash is always a good way to start off a weekend. I stayed in on Friday and got up early to work Saturday morning. I work every Saturday morning and I complain about it, even though it's wrong and I have no reason to bitch. Thankfully, the morning went fast and then I left work to meet the Mommy and my sister to go shopping. I raced back to Target and my William Rast jeans were still there. I got a boot cut pair and they make my butt look cute. I need to get the skinny jeans. More stores followed, but I don't get anything.
Later on that night, my homie Tiffany asks me to come and hang out at this house party that one of her friends was throwing. It was out near Griffin, like 20 minutes away, and I would have had to drive myself, but I wanted to get out of the house and house parties are almost always "interesting" if nothing. So I gassed up the car, bought my share of beer; it was a B.Y.O.B. event, and drove down there. The directions to get there were excellent and when I arrived the place was packed. There had to have been fifteen to twenty cars and you could hear the music before you could see the house, which was set back in the woods. I get out and do a quick survey of the place: bonfire; check, lots of people holding beers and shouting to be heard; check, inappropriately dressed girls; check. Things were going well.
I find Tiffany and we do a slow lap of the place. The kitchen was crowded and the entire table was covered in alcohol bottles and cases of beer and of course, everyone had red cups in hand. I made myself a cranberry and vodka, making sure to use a bottle that wasn't opened yet- germs and all- and we squeezed through the house, looking for cute boys. We posted up in the basement where all the music was coming from and people watched/gossiped for a while. Nothing terribly exciting, except for a guy I met who had three different other guys names tattooed on his body and a drawing of a penis(seriously) on his calf.
All in all, it was pretty blah, and after I went back upstairs to use the bathroom and saw that the group of people in the kitchen were standing against the back wall getting darts from the dartboard thrown at them, I decided to call it an early night and go home. Twice, the party's hostess gave me directions on how to get back to the main road, but we all know that I'm severely directionally-challenged. I could get lost in a paper bag. So, naturally, I get my directions mixed up somewhere and got lost.
Okay, things were bad from the word "go". The house was back in the woods, so I had to drive down his narrow, pitch black, gravel road, and I just knew that Leatherface was waiting to pop out with the chain saw and slice me to ribbons. It felt like I was driving on it forever and then my phone signal kept blinking out. I finally came to a street sign and it was saying a road that I know I didn't pass on the way in and when I tried to turn around, I just ended up getting even more lost. For a second, I really considered parking the car and having a quick cry, just to relieve some stress. I kept calling Tiffany, who was a little tipsy, so therefore, absolutely no help, and I was getting freaked out and pissed off.
I HATE, hate, hate being lost, especially in the dark, out in the woods, by myself and I was seriously driving around praying to be found. I didn't pass a single car the whole time. Just when I was ready to have a nervous break down and just wait for daylight, Tiffany calls me back with some real help. Her friend, Jason, who I've met before and is kinda good looking, gets on the phone and I'm hysterical. He says all forceful and manly, "The first thing you need to do is calm down and do what I say" and it was like a verbal shaking by the shoulders. It made me take a deep breathe and stop babbling. It was sexy. If I wasn't so panicked, I would have asked him to tell me to calm down again, except say it slower. It was hot.
Like a knight in shining armour, Jason gave me perfect directions back to the main road and then he called back a few minutes later to make sure I was okay. The whole ordeal was so dramatic and traumatizing, that I went to bed as soon as I got home. Getting lost completely ruined my evening and killed my mood. I will never set foot in Griffin ever again, unless someone else is driving.