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iw as going to put up another quiz just for my good pal lee, but i cant find any good ones.
so anyways, my 4th weekend went as follows:
july 2nd- me paul sarah kevin and kevins random polish girls from the bar rent 2 camp sites for 3 nights for 60$. we get there around 7pm start setting up and make the fire and whatnots. so around 11, tons of other kids start showing up and i guess youre not supposed to have more than 2 visitors (and they were all supposed to be out at like 8) and no more than 4 people to a campsite (there was like 30 people in ours) and quiet time was at 10. so anyways.
kevins stupid polack (i hate polish people.) bar girls start screaming "DOES ANYONE HAVE A BOTTLE OPENER FOR MY BEER?!?!?! LOL!!!" and ok, theres a zero tolerance drinking policy in all state parks and im like you guys need to shuttup. im sober, right. the only one. believe it or not i quit all my partying and shit.
anyways, fucking big pants ranger rick comes over and hes like "uh wel you kids didnt read rule #1 did you" and i just let the polish girls talk so maybe hed think we were all stupid and foreign. but hes like you guys have to leave blah blah blah and im like "listen dude, yogi bear just stole my pic-a-nic basket, why dont you fuck off and find him for me? i mean cmon what do poeople do when they go camping on the 4th? jack off??" and hes like you watch it young lady and then paul started mouthing off to him and the rangers like control your drunk boyfriend "and im like yeah hes drunk and why the fuck would you want all of us drunk bastards to leave here at 11 to DRIVE HOME PISS DRUNK all the way back to plymouth?"
so long story short we all left at like 11, and this other kid who was on his way up there and we couldnt call him and tell him not to come, showed up after we left and got arrested. shitty deal.
so im pissed. and just so you guys know, 3rd of july is the CRAZZZZIEST (im serious) holiday up here EVER. everyone goes to the beach and has fires and gets fucked up and the cops come down in riot gear and try and clear everyone out and we just chuck rocks at them and run and fuck around wiht them.
so that part is self explanatory.
so the 4th, me and paul go up to boston, to go hang out with ron, bobby and joan. theyre like the coolest kids ever. so we go to the beach where theres supposed to be fireworks. and this beach is so cool. the whole bay is no more than 4 feet deep so you can walk out about 1/2 mile and still be up to like your waist. so anways, everyones drinking cept me. paul promised he wouldnt drink so he could drive back to plymouth after the fireworks. so were on the beach and we can see fire works from the boston pops, cambridge, everywhere. we can see like 7 sets of fireworks... and we wait till about 11 but turns out there were NO FIREWORKS scheduled to be on our beach. and i was pissed because my whole weekend ad turned to shit and it sucks not being able to drink abd being aorudn a bunch of drunk obnoxious people.
so we get back and bobby joan and ron all go in the house and me and paul are in his trunk outside and hes like yeah im shitfaced i cant drive. and im pissed. fuck that. you know? like he made me a promise and now were in some car on the side of a dark street in a ghetto ass city and your drunk ass is gonna pass out and take up all the room and im too scared to sleep here so i have to deal with this shit. and i mean, other factors were involved but hey it sucked, right?
so i get out of the truck at like 2 and walk down the street to try and find a pay phone and all there old black guys and young black guys are like hey baby and ... urg it sucked. and i couldnt find a fucking working pay phone so i get back at like 3 and wake paul up by smacking him in the face pulling his hair and screaming at him WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU PEICE OF SHIT blah blah he gets pissed and gets out of the truck and starts walking down the street. says fuck you. and then it starts. i chase him down the street at 3 am screaming and i mean screaming at the very top of my lungs, pulling him pushing him punching him slapping him and he gets pissed and we almost broke up and people were outside their windows going shut tha fack up. an di seriously have never ever flipped on anyone as bad as i gave it to this kid. im serious. his arm has a bruise where you can see whre my fingers were when i grabbed him. we get back to the truck once and he leaves and the keys are in it and im like you stupid fuck. i start the truck and start driving away and hes chasing me down the street, so i pull over, he gets me out and starts driving away. i used his cell phone to call the cops, right.
now listen, his truck is under his exgirlfriend name so i call and im like my names samantha and someone just stole my truck. hahaha. lisence plate and all. it was hilarious. so he finally comes back and i call the cops back and say someone was joking iwht me. its like 4 am and they were pissed. so anways, we amke up and all is well. w got back to plymouth at 7am. passed out and slept till like 7pm.
but the weekend was all in all alot of fun. crazy incidents. hope you guys all had a happy 4th.
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