It was one of those typical nights Annette and I have. We started out at some strange bar/club that looked like it belonged in the 90's. First of there was like a psychedelic screen wooshing colors around and such, then over the bar were these huge gaudy chandeliers over the bar and finally there were other strange light fixtures all around the entire ceiling...very strange. The drinks were so strong we wimped out and couldn't finish our second one by the time the place closed. When we left Annette didn't want to go home so we attempted to look for another bar to go to at 2:30 AM. Needless to say we failed. But luckily (well actually it was horrible luck but I'll get to that) this strange old man was walking by right as we arrived at the closed bar and asked us if we wanted to go to PlayHouse. Of course we were down but when we got there the security took my ID. sad face. I sat there talking to him for about 30 minutes asking him if I can just have it back and leave and he gave it to another security guy and he walked away!!!!! So here we are Annette, this strange old man and I outside PlayHouse waiting for my ID to magically come back and trying to convince everyone my ID was real! (which it was not) Finally I asked the original guy where the other guy went and he said he went to go to the cop, but he wasn't where the cop was. Completely at a loss of what to do I said whelp (yes, just like that) lets just go. The stranger invited us to his house to have beer or champagne, naturally we agreed to this, however, looking back i realize how stupid that decision was. We drove to his apartment peed had a drink talked about our shitty lives, and how I no longer have an ID, and really just had ridiculous sad drunk talk with this man. (we also ate strawberries with chocolate and whipped cream...super awksocks) and then we left and took pictures in the elevator, which Annette apparently didn't remember taking. I then woke up this morning to 7 texts messages and one particularly lovely one from Annizle saying "I woke up in the bathtub. Idk what I get myself into with u" hahahahahah there is never a dull moment thats for sure. I may have bad luck and do illegal things meet strangers and make really really dangerous decisions but luckily things always work out. I'm sure I have a guardian angel up there, or a few.
On another note some boy at Chipotle gave me his number, I turned so red when he asked for mine. The lady standing to pay was like get it girl and that just made me redder hahaha and tomorrow Julianne is coming!!!!! Which means the craziness is going to get about 10 x's crazier and I can't wait.
Time to study african american literature, joy.
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