tonight and the rest of eternity
it's 3 in the morning and I'm sitting in the common room watching Made with the girlies y david.
tonight.
la adventura de eliana, kashi, ellie, marquita y kaitie.
I'm going to try to make this as literate as possible.
I'm going to try to make this sound somewhat intelligent.
so. the big plan: get to an all ages club and dance all night.
what actually happened: we drink, we get ready. it's midnight and we catch a taxi into downtown LA to go to Banana Box because we hear it's going down. we find the address and pay the driver ($50) and get out to head towards the wearhouse it's supossed to be at and we don't hear anything. So the taxi drives away and we're standing there looking very confused because we don't exactly know what's going on. but, there about 7 guys standing outside of the wearhouse and they ask us if we came for the party and we say yes. One of the guys, "yoshi," tells us he's the party cordinator and, sadly, it had been raided. So, we're officially pissed. We paid $50 dollars to come to this guys party and it's over by 12:30. Kaitie takes control of the situation ridiculously fast and starts working the guy. Telling him he should reimburse us for our ride over and that if he could promise that we'd be on the VIP list next time we'd roll in 40 deep. All he can say is "I dropped 5g on this, I'm broke, BUT, I can give you a ride to another party... in Compton." the second he says he'll give us a ride we say no, the second he says that the party will be in Compton we say HELL NO. after that Kaitie gets on the phone with the taxi company, but for some reason, the same company that dropped us off, couldn't find where we were. So we go into survival mode--kashi and I whip out our phones and start looking through our contact lists for people with cars. I call Margot, but she's deathly ill and, as much as she wants to, she can't pick us up. then I call Beka to get ahold of Jason and they're ready and willing to get into his car and drive downtown to get us, but right as I'm about to give them directions, a taxi rolls up. the taxi driver speaks NO english and tells us, in so many words, that he's going to drive around the block and pick us up on the other street. On our way to the other street we run into these two guys and they ask us if we know what's going on. so, we tell them our story and they tell us that the other party we were thinking about going to was lame shit. then, for some reason, one of them (the hot one) asks for our (my, actually) number and tells us he'll tell us about all the good clubs/parties going down in the greater Los Angeles area. Short story, short: I gave him my number... his name is Allen. So, the cab pulls around the corner and we hop in only to realize that we need to give this guy directions, and he still doesn't speak English any better than he did the first time we talked to him. Luckily, Kashi and Kaitie speak almost fluent Spanish and they get us back to Eagle Rock for $40 and alive.
Back near campus and we stop by animal house only to find that it's more or less over. we come back up to BY and we're just chillin when, you guessed it, Miles comes downstairs and decides to tell me about some brownies he found and subsequently ate... (great converstation, but hell, at least it was a converstation). he leaves and somehow our group had expanded to include Jordie, Joe and David and we had lost Kaitie along the way. So we chill. and then I go outside to smoke and guess who walks up, yeah, once again, Miles. I give him a drag and he tells me that he's going to bed because he has to work tomorrow (he's from orange county), but he tells me that he'll call me t0morrow night... call me tomorrow night. That is definitely what he always says, but that was the first time I've been alone with him since... and it's also the first time we've had a more or less sober converstation. it was, for lack of a better word, liberating.
So, I came in here to write and... I've probably been stopped about 10 (or 3)times.
once because david wanted to read my writing.
twice because Chelsea wanted to sleep in my bed because her roommate brought home a friend who decided to throw up in their room.
third because Chelsea's roommate wanted to know if I could help her move her friend because she reinjured her knee that she had just had surgery on...
damn.
so now it's 4 in the morning. and I need to get some shut eye.
I'm going to go curl up next to Chelsea and sleep, sleep, sleep.
tonight.
la adventura de eliana, kashi, ellie, marquita y kaitie.
I'm going to try to make this as literate as possible.
I'm going to try to make this sound somewhat intelligent.
so. the big plan: get to an all ages club and dance all night.
what actually happened: we drink, we get ready. it's midnight and we catch a taxi into downtown LA to go to Banana Box because we hear it's going down. we find the address and pay the driver ($50) and get out to head towards the wearhouse it's supossed to be at and we don't hear anything. So the taxi drives away and we're standing there looking very confused because we don't exactly know what's going on. but, there about 7 guys standing outside of the wearhouse and they ask us if we came for the party and we say yes. One of the guys, "yoshi," tells us he's the party cordinator and, sadly, it had been raided. So, we're officially pissed. We paid $50 dollars to come to this guys party and it's over by 12:30. Kaitie takes control of the situation ridiculously fast and starts working the guy. Telling him he should reimburse us for our ride over and that if he could promise that we'd be on the VIP list next time we'd roll in 40 deep. All he can say is "I dropped 5g on this, I'm broke, BUT, I can give you a ride to another party... in Compton." the second he says he'll give us a ride we say no, the second he says that the party will be in Compton we say HELL NO. after that Kaitie gets on the phone with the taxi company, but for some reason, the same company that dropped us off, couldn't find where we were. So we go into survival mode--kashi and I whip out our phones and start looking through our contact lists for people with cars. I call Margot, but she's deathly ill and, as much as she wants to, she can't pick us up. then I call Beka to get ahold of Jason and they're ready and willing to get into his car and drive downtown to get us, but right as I'm about to give them directions, a taxi rolls up. the taxi driver speaks NO english and tells us, in so many words, that he's going to drive around the block and pick us up on the other street. On our way to the other street we run into these two guys and they ask us if we know what's going on. so, we tell them our story and they tell us that the other party we were thinking about going to was lame shit. then, for some reason, one of them (the hot one) asks for our (my, actually) number and tells us he'll tell us about all the good clubs/parties going down in the greater Los Angeles area. Short story, short: I gave him my number... his name is Allen. So, the cab pulls around the corner and we hop in only to realize that we need to give this guy directions, and he still doesn't speak English any better than he did the first time we talked to him. Luckily, Kashi and Kaitie speak almost fluent Spanish and they get us back to Eagle Rock for $40 and alive.
Back near campus and we stop by animal house only to find that it's more or less over. we come back up to BY and we're just chillin when, you guessed it, Miles comes downstairs and decides to tell me about some brownies he found and subsequently ate... (great converstation, but hell, at least it was a converstation). he leaves and somehow our group had expanded to include Jordie, Joe and David and we had lost Kaitie along the way. So we chill. and then I go outside to smoke and guess who walks up, yeah, once again, Miles. I give him a drag and he tells me that he's going to bed because he has to work tomorrow (he's from orange county), but he tells me that he'll call me t0morrow night... call me tomorrow night. That is definitely what he always says, but that was the first time I've been alone with him since... and it's also the first time we've had a more or less sober converstation. it was, for lack of a better word, liberating.
So, I came in here to write and... I've probably been stopped about 10 (or 3)times.
once because david wanted to read my writing.
twice because Chelsea wanted to sleep in my bed because her roommate brought home a friend who decided to throw up in their room.
third because Chelsea's roommate wanted to know if I could help her move her friend because she reinjured her knee that she had just had surgery on...
damn.
so now it's 4 in the morning. and I need to get some shut eye.
I'm going to go curl up next to Chelsea and sleep, sleep, sleep.
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