What the frig happened last night?
I came home around 3:30 in the morning, and in the midst of blogging, exhaustion hit me. As I idly sit in my chair re-collecting memories of last night, I can’t help but laugh at all the small little things.
Rockin the Guy Fawkes mask strayed from my expectations, but funny nevertheless. An old lady discovered us, taking refuge behind a band of parked cars. Next time, we’ll try scaring AJ or someone else. We all wore the masks while heading to School of Rock, albeit my glasses were fastened to my mask. The expressions of others was rewarding after they witnessed a car filled with masked /b/tards.
I felt chill during School of Rock. Take into account that it’s been 6 whole years since I last stepped foot on AAES. Nostalgia rush overwhelmed me and I just kicked back on the table basking in the memories and listening to the performance. People were asking me everytime they passed by why I was sitting there. As I’ve said, I felt chill and I can see through the crevices of the alligned table. There was some crazy centripetal action going on in the crowd, homie. In between breaks this white guy named Chris blurted out some really weird stuff. All of a sudden, he wants to tag along. He seemed to be acquainted with everyone except for me and Teo, so I allowed him to accompany us. All hell broke loose hours later, but I’ll expand on that in a bit. The purpose of this blog is a placement of my memories.
By then, we’re on our way to Miki’s for a bite to eat. Chris or now currently known as Toxic/TalkSick or whatever shared his experiences and knowledge about drugs. He continued to share some of his stuff with us, this time his previous relationships with girls that I have no clue who they are. I had to drop off Fu-ran-se-su at his mom’s house in Salt Lake. Teo, drained from the ACTs earlier that day decided he wanted to go home. Chris said he didn’t want to go home. In my mind, I was like “Ohhhh shiiiiiii”. I rounded up Mac & C at Bethel to rekindle the adventurous spirit.
What’s a good lols without a dash of Coco, right? He was on his way to Kapolei from town, but we told him to meet us at Waipahu Zippy’s. This is where everything transitions to an lolwtfError404 moment. Coco arrived, greeting us. C pulls me to the side under a ruse to prevent suspicions. C didn’t like Chris tagging along and asked me why he was with us. C devised a plan to ditch Chris: I pretend that my mom called me, urging me to come home, thus dropping people off. Note that we’re kickin it in the Zippy’s parking lot - all 6 of us. Just was we’re about to set the plan into motion, a cop comes. He circles us in his car for a good 3 times. Mac and Chris decided to meet us at McDonalds, while the rest of the group stays with me and drive to the rendezvous point. The cop was watching us the entrie time and we didn’t want him to see 6 people in my car. Regrouped and ready, it was time to follow through with the plan.
I dropped off Mac at Bethel to make the plan look legit, but a few mistakes on our part signaled our goal to ditch Chris. Mac said “Pick me up after, yeah?”. I was suprised to discover that Chris lives pretty close to Stavis, prompting me to tell Coco “Call up E-Jay to see if he wants to kick it”. Chris said his farewells and proceeded entering his home. E-Jay didn’t feel like cruising, so we left. C brushed up on how our unintentional statements gave us away. With Chris gone, the truth surfaced. Everyone hated Chris. It was so lols. I had no clue. I assumed everyone in the car knew Chris and judging how everyone reacted to him, it seemed like they were friends. Turns out nobody wanted him to come. C’mon people, I’m an open guy. If something bothers you, tell me and I’ll do my best to remedy the situation. Otherwise you’ll sit in the car grinning you teeth with that false smile. We picked up Mac again and headed to Coco’s house.
Booom, Harold and Kumar 2. Lots of laughs going around, especially at those key moments. The movie ended around 2:30, but we decided to stay a bit longer. Meeeeean kine shiz was showing on Ripley’s Believe It or Not. Some dude who’s adept with the etch-a-sketch spends 40-50 hours to create a masterpiece. He frames his work up, along with an autograph of his favorite atlethes. Imagine if an earthquake occured? He’d be like “FML!”. A short segment on body suspension through piercings. That was dope. Four hooks latched onto the skin of your back and suspended into the air. We headed out from there.
During the car ride home, everyone demanded me to explain what happened at Draci’s party. Someone else needs to be the storyteller, seriously, but I explained how the black girl wanted to chop my penis off if I didn’t get her apple juice and the weird pool shiz that was going on. Caught up in the storytelling, I missed the Waipahu exit, but took the LCC exit 1/2 a mile later. Dropped off C, then Mac, then Redd, and boooom, homebound using the freeway. What a craaaaazy night.
