Tonight....
Wow. Tonight was amazing.
First, I actually ran my car out of gas, but in the most retarded/lucky way possible. The "low fuel" light didn't come on until I was on my way to the CHS pool, and then I ran out when I was on Chandler Blvd, between Arizona Ave and Alma School. However. I found that the gas pedal didn't work anymore, I managed to change 3 lanes in about 10 seconds, and make it into the gas station, at the pump, with the fuel tank on the right side, before the car came to a complete stop. Is that awesome or what? Thank God that guy on a motorcycle was nice, and let me in front of him.
So... the rest of my night... was even more amazing.
There is this guy from Britain that's staying with someone on our swim team, and when we all went to BJs tonight, he kept stealing things....for example:
We went to Cold Stone Creamery, where Sam got every friggin' flavor put in a small bowl for her-- IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER. You freak.... Anyway, I gave 'em a tip for putting up with us, and then Sam stole the tip jar... and gave it back, eventually. But in all this confusion, our local Britain (with the funny/cute accent and everything!) stuck one of the little plastic pop-up advertisements (the ones that they change the inside of the paper and then stick on the tables) in his pocket and walked out. No one noticed until we were inside of BJs...
But in the meantime, we ran down the up escalators, Sam (once again....) almost got pushed into the fountain at the mall, we tried to find our "group sleep number" at the bed place... and then at BJs, we threw spit balls, poured stuff in other people's water... (to the point that our British friend took his drink to the bathroom with him.... lol, he catches on so quickly), we ate pazookies until we were sick... oh yes, and don't forget having a race to see who could disassemble the little pizza holders the quickest. Which, then Sam stuck in her pocket, and our local Britain stuck a katsup bottle in his pocket... along with the cold stone thing. hehe. And that was before some girls decided to run down the street with no pants on... (well, fine, only their butts were showing... but still.... hehe)
What. A. Night.
Too bad I have some friggin' HW to do.
First, I actually ran my car out of gas, but in the most retarded/lucky way possible. The "low fuel" light didn't come on until I was on my way to the CHS pool, and then I ran out when I was on Chandler Blvd, between Arizona Ave and Alma School. However. I found that the gas pedal didn't work anymore, I managed to change 3 lanes in about 10 seconds, and make it into the gas station, at the pump, with the fuel tank on the right side, before the car came to a complete stop. Is that awesome or what? Thank God that guy on a motorcycle was nice, and let me in front of him.
So... the rest of my night... was even more amazing.
There is this guy from Britain that's staying with someone on our swim team, and when we all went to BJs tonight, he kept stealing things....for example:
We went to Cold Stone Creamery, where Sam got every friggin' flavor put in a small bowl for her-- IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER. You freak.... Anyway, I gave 'em a tip for putting up with us, and then Sam stole the tip jar... and gave it back, eventually. But in all this confusion, our local Britain (with the funny/cute accent and everything!) stuck one of the little plastic pop-up advertisements (the ones that they change the inside of the paper and then stick on the tables) in his pocket and walked out. No one noticed until we were inside of BJs...
But in the meantime, we ran down the up escalators, Sam (once again....) almost got pushed into the fountain at the mall, we tried to find our "group sleep number" at the bed place... and then at BJs, we threw spit balls, poured stuff in other people's water... (to the point that our British friend took his drink to the bathroom with him.... lol, he catches on so quickly), we ate pazookies until we were sick... oh yes, and don't forget having a race to see who could disassemble the little pizza holders the quickest. Which, then Sam stuck in her pocket, and our local Britain stuck a katsup bottle in his pocket... along with the cold stone thing. hehe. And that was before some girls decided to run down the street with no pants on... (well, fine, only their butts were showing... but still.... hehe)
What. A. Night.
Too bad I have some friggin' HW to do.