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gfrancieoh sweet jesus, where does one begin?
I went to my friend Heathers graduation party on Saturday. It was going to be a bbq with an assortment of friends. (many from high school) I was excited to see her, since I hadn't in awhile, and I like bbq food. We (the well-known Leslie and Nurit) arrived around six in the evening with presents and beer(though some might say that beer is a present itself) we sat in the backyard, talking to some people, met some of her friends and I met Heather's mother and Heathers daughter Makayla. I was beginning to get my bearings, since I am often shy in unfamiliar social settings.... I do believe I go a close eyed view of blue-coller life in Puyallup. I do believe that last statment was unfair, I should say, I got a close-eyed view of overly dramatic people.
First off, Heathers punk brother Freddie (so well-known by the pierce county police, he is on first name basis with these people) began to invite some of his punk friends over, an assortment of characters who wore a lot of gold jewelry, wife-beaters, and herpes. because there was a keg. People were doing keg-stands, getting drunker and drunker and cheap beer and becoming louder and louder. People who didn't know anyone at the party, began to show up. Around nineish the cops showed up, and there was a noise complaint. So Heathers mom (who had had quite a few beers) began to kick some of the people out, things were beginning to settle down. I was quite tired, I had a terrific migraine, Nurit was growing drunker and drunker as the night went on. The kids were drinking mountain dew, eating cake and running around the house like crazy people. I was sitting in the living room with a bunch of girls. the oldest being 21, they were talking about their babies, their babies daddies, and "shit that goes down" quite a topic. I felt so incredibly out of place. I wasn't really drinking, I don't smoke, and I don't have a baby. (I have a rabbit, but I don't think that counts) Freddie (the punk brother) decided to go off with his friend Billy and some girl. A few minutes later, they are pulled over by the cops. I should point out that we are on a deadend street (this is valuable information for later) It seems that the car that billy is driving is stolen!!!! Billy (being quite intelligent we later find out) runs from the cops, into the house. He is hiding in the basement. The police grab freddie and have him on the ground on his knees with his hands on his head. the girl with them is ONLY fifteen. Yes the night is young.
They are blocking the street and no one can get out. Leslie, Nurit and I had hoped to go to another party (har fucking har har) and we could go no where. No one would let the cops into the house because A. There were some guests with warrents out against them and B. there were underaged drinkers (I should point out, some people left earlier when the cops came, leapt over the back fence because they were wanted by the police) Sooooo we have Billy, hiding in the basement, Heathers mother, trying to talk to the police, and the police won't let freddie go, until they get billy. *rolls her eyes* so billy comes outside..and runs into the woods and no one could find them, people began to run after him in the woods trying to hunt them down. They send the dogs trying to get billy. Some other people left via the trail in the woods, and the dogs bite them, the EMT's are called, Heather is crying (with a beer in her hand) the cops are running around, people are screaming that when they get their hands upon billy they are going to "beat the mother-fucking life out of the fucking, cock-sucker, and just kick is fucking ass" hrm...yes, anyways.
Eventually about one am (after leslie and I calm the kids down, read them stories and get heather under control) we are allowed to leave. We realize it is pointless to even go and meet up with other people. we go to Shari's to eat biscuits and gravy. My migraine is so bad I wouldn't mind breaking open my head to let the bad spirits out. We are seated in a booth across some mexican men. Nurit in her wise drunk condition, proceeds to ask them dumb questions like, "how do you say I have to fart in spanish?" she pisses off the one guy who speaks english quite badly and they nearly start a fight.
Yes...the night is just too wonderful. *smirks*
Remember that scene in "swingers" when vince vaughn is really drunk in the diner and becomes quite..."difficult" it was a bit like that.
I enjoyed my biscuits and gravy, the potatoes were nice and hot and my orange juice was satisfying. We came back to Nurits, laid upon the floor, played about online and eventually Nurit and I laid in her bed. We were incredibly tired at three am, and we had this conversation, where one person would say one thing and the other person would respond with some non-sequitor
Nurit: I feel like some toast
me: you can't do that with stereos, but lightbulbs are nice
nurit: he is kinda black, but my under isn't
me: my sweater is not there.
yeah...we asked leslie to turn off the lights and put us to bed.
we woke up a little clumbsy, went to dim-sum with leslie (yum and a half) and spent a nice over-cast day shopping.
the high-light was trying on a bathing suit (without taking valium, thankyouverymuch) and thinking, okay this isn't so bad.
I then bought a pair of jeans that ride nice and low upon my hips. I keep having fears of plummers butt, but gosh darn they are nice and very sexy.
Ooooo and star-siting of the week: I saw Trey Parker of SouthPark walking along with some skinny exoctic girl, looking bored right by Nordstroms.
that was my weekend.
*takes a bow*
I went to my friend Heathers graduation party on Saturday. It was going to be a bbq with an assortment of friends. (many from high school) I was excited to see her, since I hadn't in awhile, and I like bbq food. We (the well-known Leslie and Nurit) arrived around six in the evening with presents and beer(though some might say that beer is a present itself) we sat in the backyard, talking to some people, met some of her friends and I met Heather's mother and Heathers daughter Makayla. I was beginning to get my bearings, since I am often shy in unfamiliar social settings.... I do believe I go a close eyed view of blue-coller life in Puyallup. I do believe that last statment was unfair, I should say, I got a close-eyed view of overly dramatic people.
First off, Heathers punk brother Freddie (so well-known by the pierce county police, he is on first name basis with these people) began to invite some of his punk friends over, an assortment of characters who wore a lot of gold jewelry, wife-beaters, and herpes. because there was a keg. People were doing keg-stands, getting drunker and drunker and cheap beer and becoming louder and louder. People who didn't know anyone at the party, began to show up. Around nineish the cops showed up, and there was a noise complaint. So Heathers mom (who had had quite a few beers) began to kick some of the people out, things were beginning to settle down. I was quite tired, I had a terrific migraine, Nurit was growing drunker and drunker as the night went on. The kids were drinking mountain dew, eating cake and running around the house like crazy people. I was sitting in the living room with a bunch of girls. the oldest being 21, they were talking about their babies, their babies daddies, and "shit that goes down" quite a topic. I felt so incredibly out of place. I wasn't really drinking, I don't smoke, and I don't have a baby. (I have a rabbit, but I don't think that counts) Freddie (the punk brother) decided to go off with his friend Billy and some girl. A few minutes later, they are pulled over by the cops. I should point out that we are on a deadend street (this is valuable information for later) It seems that the car that billy is driving is stolen!!!! Billy (being quite intelligent we later find out) runs from the cops, into the house. He is hiding in the basement. The police grab freddie and have him on the ground on his knees with his hands on his head. the girl with them is ONLY fifteen. Yes the night is young.
They are blocking the street and no one can get out. Leslie, Nurit and I had hoped to go to another party (har fucking har har) and we could go no where. No one would let the cops into the house because A. There were some guests with warrents out against them and B. there were underaged drinkers (I should point out, some people left earlier when the cops came, leapt over the back fence because they were wanted by the police) Sooooo we have Billy, hiding in the basement, Heathers mother, trying to talk to the police, and the police won't let freddie go, until they get billy. *rolls her eyes* so billy comes outside..and runs into the woods and no one could find them, people began to run after him in the woods trying to hunt them down. They send the dogs trying to get billy. Some other people left via the trail in the woods, and the dogs bite them, the EMT's are called, Heather is crying (with a beer in her hand) the cops are running around, people are screaming that when they get their hands upon billy they are going to "beat the mother-fucking life out of the fucking, cock-sucker, and just kick is fucking ass" hrm...yes, anyways.
Eventually about one am (after leslie and I calm the kids down, read them stories and get heather under control) we are allowed to leave. We realize it is pointless to even go and meet up with other people. we go to Shari's to eat biscuits and gravy. My migraine is so bad I wouldn't mind breaking open my head to let the bad spirits out. We are seated in a booth across some mexican men. Nurit in her wise drunk condition, proceeds to ask them dumb questions like, "how do you say I have to fart in spanish?" she pisses off the one guy who speaks english quite badly and they nearly start a fight.
Yes...the night is just too wonderful. *smirks*
Remember that scene in "swingers" when vince vaughn is really drunk in the diner and becomes quite..."difficult" it was a bit like that.
I enjoyed my biscuits and gravy, the potatoes were nice and hot and my orange juice was satisfying. We came back to Nurits, laid upon the floor, played about online and eventually Nurit and I laid in her bed. We were incredibly tired at three am, and we had this conversation, where one person would say one thing and the other person would respond with some non-sequitor
Nurit: I feel like some toast
me: you can't do that with stereos, but lightbulbs are nice
nurit: he is kinda black, but my under isn't
me: my sweater is not there.
yeah...we asked leslie to turn off the lights and put us to bed.
we woke up a little clumbsy, went to dim-sum with leslie (yum and a half) and spent a nice over-cast day shopping.
the high-light was trying on a bathing suit (without taking valium, thankyouverymuch) and thinking, okay this isn't so bad.
I then bought a pair of jeans that ride nice and low upon my hips. I keep having fears of plummers butt, but gosh darn they are nice and very sexy.
Ooooo and star-siting of the week: I saw Trey Parker of SouthPark walking along with some skinny exoctic girl, looking bored right by Nordstroms.
that was my weekend.
*takes a bow*
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Date: 2002-06-16 11:32 pm (UTC)we woke up a little clumbsy, went to dim-sum with leslie (yum and a half) and spent a nice over-cast day shopping.
oh yes baby, i knew i was yum..but not yum and a half :P hehehe
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Date: 2002-06-16 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-16 11:50 pm (UTC)Heh..looks like you guys had some good times...
hah.
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Date: 2002-06-17 12:05 am (UTC)yeah..good times *smirks*
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Date: 2002-06-17 05:42 am (UTC)Are you sure there weren't any nuclear missles protruding through the roof of the house etc.?
I'm glad you managed to survive, anyway.
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Date: 2002-06-17 09:00 am (UTC)unfortunatly I did not see any nuclear missles protruding from the house....maybe next time.
yes I survived, I had to, so I could tell my story.
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Date: 2002-06-17 08:29 am (UTC)You crazy kids and your partying these days. *shakes head*
Trey Parker is here because he's directing his new
musical, "Cannibal" and chose Seattle as the location.
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Date: 2002-06-17 09:01 am (UTC)I don't mind a few drinkie-poo's with friends and just being jolly.
this -this was different.
you be a kiddin' me about trey parker
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Date: 2002-06-17 09:36 am (UTC)I shit you not, mon petit chou. I'll try
to dig up the link on it. Actually I think
there are auditions still even.
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Date: 2002-06-17 09:45 am (UTC)well heckfire, I wasn't wrong. I DID see the man. I own I own I own. *does a dance*
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Date: 2002-06-17 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 09:02 am (UTC)but what a weekend. atleast I have these jeans to show for it.
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Date: 2002-06-17 09:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 09:46 am (UTC)I ought to get a t-shirt that says, "we need pics"
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Date: 2002-06-17 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 12:37 pm (UTC)sad sad sad.
I was not about to get toasted in puyallup.
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Date: 2002-06-21 12:36 am (UTC)shopping is a good thing.