A certain friend is coming into town and as we were making plans the quote "best night ever, watching you hit on those gilbert fire men in the ass cape then buying a red baron pizza" yeah it was fucking rima...
This was one of many famous stories from my history, it is definately up there with ending up in a wheel chair after being a bridesmaid in a wedding but not quite to almost living in a room at co-op where there was a man who shat the bed and set it on fire. Really, I'm not here to waste your time with what is better this story or that one. I don't think there is a ruberic to score these stories anyway.
My point was that I don't beleive that this was all of the story, how did we get there, were there any other witnesses.My guess is we were hanging out with singer and meatwad, I believe it was a wednesday the day it was 1 dollar shots of everything at that place that stank of mesa trash...yes...one of those nights...
I had my bathing suit on though, and Rasheedah may or may not have been there....which means we may have started the night at the tempe spot right around the time we were broken into and someone pissed on our couch.... you know its getting fuzzy...all i know is i must have gone swimming and then decided to dry myself with eric singers brand new addidas jacket. then i decided i was hungry and wraped sed jacket around my ass and walked to 7 11 and got a red baron pizza, there was interaction with the gilbert fire fighters but i dont think i was flirting....
So the whole story does involve a lot of what you mentioned above... There were trays of dollar shots at the Vine. and there was swimming time at the old Lemon St apartments, but you definitely were not wearing a swimsuit! It was your bra and undies! and then you took Singer's brand new oh so lovely puma velour jacket and tied it defiantly around your waist (a skirt, you called it) as we walked to the Circle K. and you were totally hitting on those firemen. AND the random group of indians. well, the indians, you weren't hitting on them, it was more of you yelling "HEY SANJAY BAHALI" at them. with a red baron frozen pizza in your hands.
ReplyDeletei have to disagree, the indians were for your honor, they accused you of hitting their car and i was telling them off, and i think it was a totally separte vine night experience...
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, that was a totally other night, i think... The asscape incident involved indians too, i believe. There were always random groups of indians around Singer's old place! Shit, we drank too much. I blame the Vine.
ReplyDeleteThere was definitely swimming and I believe Rod and Brad K. You for sure were not in a swim suit and also soaked that as yet unworn velour puma jacket. What I am unclear on, due to dollar night and so many similar nights on Lemon, is where the F was I to monitor you at my Apt? Lord knows I didn't entrust all of the abode control to the Wad...
ReplyDeletewas I there? I have no idea! but it sounds hilarious and totally unnecessary
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