First off, hi everybody. I’ve been gone for awhile. But I wanted to let everyone know how my night went. I’m just going to summarize it now as a Glendale-Burbank adventure, which if you live in southern California, you should know that they’re not the greatest cities down there. Anyways, enjoy early birds. Oh, and pst, I’ve let you view one post at a time on this blog now so that it’s not so empty anymore.
Let’s start off this glorious post with the fact that I’m sick. I’m getting strep throat and I can totally feel it coming on. But I still went out tonight because I haven’t gone out in a very, very long time. It was my friend’s, Andrew’s, party and he is a really awesome guy, I’m not gonna lie. So I went to pick up Cassie, Cheyenne (her friend that lives down the street) and her ex-boyfriend/boyfriend/boytoy guy Elio (like Elliot, but El-ee-oh). Then we drove down to go get some hookah, coals and a pack of cigs. By the way, that pack was gone in three hours at the party, which is kind of bullshit but whatever, I had a good time and I didn’t have to pay for them so yeah. Anyways, continuing on, we then drove to pick up Connie (Cheyenne’s exgirlfriend/friend) in Glendale. Elio and I sat outside while Chey and Cassie went inside to get Connie so we talked about clubs and stuff and how his brother is gay, but whatever, Elio’s not that cute, and I don’t know it would be weird going with him, and I’ll explain why later. After we picked up Connie, we got some cups and a bottle of Smirnov. And on to the party we went, which was in Burbank.
We got there at 10, when the party was supposed to “start” at 9:30 but it seemed pretty dead when we walked in, I mean we made up almost a third of the people there but it seemed like we started the party. Cassie brought her hookah and we started up outside that and then everybody started playing beer pong alongside of us. The weird part about this party, was this one guy who was the “housesitter” or whatever but he was a trip. He talked about religion and politics and all this other bullshit the whole night. He brought his dog over because she’s a puppy and he didn’t want her alone at his house for the night and whatnot but anyways she was really cute. :3 So basically let me fast forward a little bit, to about 1 when we were all pretty tipsy and I had completely lost a game of beer pong, but then Elio and Chey had gotten into a big fight about something minuscule and stupid and totally threw off the mood of the party. By the way, at this time more people had come and seen all of this. Fucking bullshit. They wanted to go home around 2 but we didn’t end up leaving until four and they were getting on my nerves. Yeah, this was about when I ran out of cigarettes. Ugh, whatever, I needed to quit and start dealing with my stress in more healthy ways anyways.
They calmed down around 3ish and we went out to go get some Jack in the Box. It took us 25 minutes to get it and come back to the house, and then Connie got a call from her sister, Heather, about how her lover/daddy/girlfriend/I really still don’t even know/I don’t even really know what gender he/she is/whatever kicked her and her kid out because they got into a huge fight about how Elio called her asking if she had pot, thinking Elio was trying to hook up with Heather. We went inside for a little bit and chilled and debated shit, and then Elio B L E W U P at Chey and they were fighting in the bathroom for a good ten minutes so I went around to everyone apologizing about Elio and then when I got back some Pilipino guy ATE ALL OF MY FUCKING FRIES THAT I DROVE FOR AND PAID FOR TO GET, I was not fucking happy. There was not one left. I was honestly more pissed at that time about the fries then Elio and Chey. Cassie kicked Elio out for being a dick and talking to Chey the way he did. Connie and Chey got back in my car to go take care of Heather and her kid, so I went with them, still pissed about my fries, so we picked up Elio after arguing with him for some time to get in the car and come with us because I wasn’t going to just leave him there.
Once we got back to Connie’s place we found Heather and her baby girl outside at 4 in the morning crying. Apparently nothing really happened or something I don’t even really know they’re just some crazy ghetto bitches that can’t handle their own shit. It was fucking bullshit. I called Cassie (because she didn’t come with us, she was still at Andrew’s) and she said that she was spending the night. So I drove back Elio and Chey to her place in Valley Village/Northridge. Then I drove myself home.
So out of tonight, I got about 6 or 7 cigarettes, maybe a few more, a couple drinks, no gas money, and stolen fries. But I have to admit, driving home at 5 in the morning with the sun coming up was beautiful as fuck. Look for yourself: