Hello Satan, Hello Police ( I pissed on you both)
So it's Halloween. Or right now it's in th morning, but still, the effects of halloween are upon us. Or something like that.
So I go to see my friends (Ryan and Sasha) production of Clive Barker's "Crazyface" (which still has a few showdates, go see it, promote promote plug plug) and there's a little party afterwards. I meat some super awesome sailor people, they live on a yacht, crew of four, they work for "the boss" they are really super groovy people and have a great life, I'm going drinking with them Saturday night, hooray!
So after than, Stephen, Hannah, and myself go to Kevin Berry's (the bar) to look for our favorite bartender, Erin. She isn't there (tears) but we all get some beers, but Stephen has a tour he has to host (he hosts ghost tours, and Halloween night is a big night for him) so we have to leave early, so I down my beer in a few seconds, Stephen doesn't want to have his beer in him, so I down his beer, and Hannah says her throat hurts so I down her beer.
So we go on Stephen's tour, and I'm a good bit drunk. I try not to say too much, cause well, he's the host and all. There's this saying that if you go to the south end of a cemetery at midnight, Satan will show up and try to take your soul for something, I don't know the exact details, etc. Interestingly, I went as Satan this halloween. Point is, if you shake hands with "the guy at the cemetery" or take money from him, or whatever, you've sold your soul.
Well, round midnight, we're one block from the cemetery, but it isn't on the tour yet, so I tell the group I'll meet up with them later, I'm gonna go meet the real Satan. Well, I run into three SCAD kids who were playing round in the cemetery. We talk majors and whotnot, one of them has a paper due, and before you know it, bam, I've made a deal to write this paper for money. As soon as I did it I realized what I had done, and then, wham, a professor of mine passes me on the street, a bit of a hot professor, too.
Later on, the group gets to the cemetery part, we continue the tour, then we pass the police station. I see some officers inside, wave to them, and then, in my drunken state, think I'll leave the tour group again and go inside and talk to the police.
I met three really cool officers, all with college degrees (a must in my book for one to respect a cop) we chatted about Georgia, ghosts, Herhsal Walker, college, chicks, how I looked like Elvis (?) and then they took me and showed me a lot of the private rooms. Since I had a camera with me, they said I was "press" so I get to go back tomorrow, and sign a release, and then on Sunday they'll give me unlimited access full tour of the building. Just cause they thought I was funny.
Little did they know, I was drunk off my ass.
I spent an hour with the police, then magically found the tour group, and made it safely home.
And yes, every word of my title is true.
So I go to see my friends (Ryan and Sasha) production of Clive Barker's "Crazyface" (which still has a few showdates, go see it, promote promote plug plug) and there's a little party afterwards. I meat some super awesome sailor people, they live on a yacht, crew of four, they work for "the boss" they are really super groovy people and have a great life, I'm going drinking with them Saturday night, hooray!
So after than, Stephen, Hannah, and myself go to Kevin Berry's (the bar) to look for our favorite bartender, Erin. She isn't there (tears) but we all get some beers, but Stephen has a tour he has to host (he hosts ghost tours, and Halloween night is a big night for him) so we have to leave early, so I down my beer in a few seconds, Stephen doesn't want to have his beer in him, so I down his beer, and Hannah says her throat hurts so I down her beer.
So we go on Stephen's tour, and I'm a good bit drunk. I try not to say too much, cause well, he's the host and all. There's this saying that if you go to the south end of a cemetery at midnight, Satan will show up and try to take your soul for something, I don't know the exact details, etc. Interestingly, I went as Satan this halloween. Point is, if you shake hands with "the guy at the cemetery" or take money from him, or whatever, you've sold your soul.
Well, round midnight, we're one block from the cemetery, but it isn't on the tour yet, so I tell the group I'll meet up with them later, I'm gonna go meet the real Satan. Well, I run into three SCAD kids who were playing round in the cemetery. We talk majors and whotnot, one of them has a paper due, and before you know it, bam, I've made a deal to write this paper for money. As soon as I did it I realized what I had done, and then, wham, a professor of mine passes me on the street, a bit of a hot professor, too.
Later on, the group gets to the cemetery part, we continue the tour, then we pass the police station. I see some officers inside, wave to them, and then, in my drunken state, think I'll leave the tour group again and go inside and talk to the police.
I met three really cool officers, all with college degrees (a must in my book for one to respect a cop) we chatted about Georgia, ghosts, Herhsal Walker, college, chicks, how I looked like Elvis (?) and then they took me and showed me a lot of the private rooms. Since I had a camera with me, they said I was "press" so I get to go back tomorrow, and sign a release, and then on Sunday they'll give me unlimited access full tour of the building. Just cause they thought I was funny.
Little did they know, I was drunk off my ass.
I spent an hour with the police, then magically found the tour group, and made it safely home.
And yes, every word of my title is true.