Friday night was one of the scariest, funniest, and all around heart-stopping, eventful night of my life.
Maybe I'm just a little excited right now, but to get 1) sexually harassed (more than once) 2) nearly raped/mugged 3) been followed and had to call the police and 4) almost hooked up with Ryan, all in the span of one night, seems rather a lot.
Judge for yourself, as the night followed:
First, I looked absolutely fabulous. Just had to say it, you know. Acordian-like black shirt, incredible black choker, jean miniskirt, high heeled black shoes with my amazing glittery flowers on them, perfect little balck clutch, absolutely amazing hair and makeup....I was smoking baby.
I went out to dinner at Bahama Breeze with my mom and sister, eating lightly because I was going to go out for sushi later. Mom and sis had to park the car, so I got a table. As the cute waiter was showing me over there, I tripped. Very suave. I laughed out of sheer embarassment and he asked if I was ok. Yes, fine, just a COMPLETE UNGRACEFUL KLUTZ, thank you.
Our real waiter came and, after taking our drinks, said how pretty I was. The dude was just looking for a big tip, which he got, might I add (compliments do get you somewhere, hehe). I shared a pizza with the sister and, as we were departing, the waiter AGAIN called me gorgeous. "Keep growing up so beautiful," he said. Heeeeee. v. nice.
We then went to pick up Monica, so pretty, wearing a carefully coordinated outfit of jeans, a shear white shirt with a blue tanktop underneath, blue high heeled shoes, and a cute blue Coach purse. I was duely impressed. We set off for Taisho's sushi in the Gables, all the while Monica and I explainging to my mom why we were mad at Carrie, the group dynamics (Ryan the asexual man-whore, ect.) and mom said she knew a guy JUST LIKE RYAN when she was in high school, and he died when he was nineteen. Horrified, we realized his future was to die in two years. We had to warn him.
When we got to Taisho's, a trendy sushi place filled with trendy people wearing black, only half the group had arrived. Ryan, Tony, Jamie, and Carrie were present, Carrie not so impressive in a blue plaid skirt and odd blue shirt. I totally saw Tony check me out and whisper something to Ryan. Hmmm. Ryan and Tony and Jamie all went off together to be all manly. The girls agreed we liked the guys better isolated and vulnerable, and not in a pack. Ryan wanted to go change his shirt, and Monica and I both said 'You're such a woman' at the same time.
Debra and Casey arrived, and I really had expected Ryan to hit on both of them like mad, but he didn't. I was surprised. Carrie told me to tell Debra that she looked like an angel, which I did. She was very happy, and I was happy because she was happy. We were happy all around. There was still a half-hour wait at Taisho's, so we walked around the Gables for a little while. I love the Gables, all softly lit and nice at night. Monica was brooding because she was tired, and I joined her at the front. A giant black poodle ran at us and we both screamed. No, it really happened. We migrated back to the sushi place, finally, and they just called our name.
We all were herded to a table by the window that didn't REALLY seat eight but we all squeezed in anyway. I had never had sushi before, so I handed the little sushi forms to Carrie to fill out. It was all you can eat sushi for twenty bucks a head, and I put my blind trust in her. When the sushi came I was numbly horrified. I suppose I had never realized that it was really RAW FISH, and I suppose the thought hit home now that it was in front of me. I gulped. Everyone at the table tried to coax me to eat it. I can't even hold my CHOPSTICKS right, for God's sake. Ryan showed me how to do it.
As I was eating the sushi waiter definetly hit on me. It was fabulous.
I didn't quite realize that they charge you for the sushi you don't eat, so I had to try to pawn my sushi off on everyone. Tony refused to eat it. I was very upset. He ate Monica's and Casey's and even JAMIE's, good Lord, but not MINE. I didn't think he liked me and I was sad. I made Carrie eat some because she ordered it for me, and Ryan ate some of mine too. I managed to gulp down the rest somehow, and Casey, Debra, Monica and I went to the bathroom together. As we passed the tables all the guys stared at us. It was unnerving. We had fun laughing together, though, and it was great overall at the sushi place.
We then left to go to a park at 10:30 at night, Carrie's bright idea, of course, and Debra, Casey, Monica and I all went in the same car. Carrie and Jamie went together in another, and Ryan and Tony in Ryan's. I seriously think Tony is gay or bisexual or something. Either that or Ryan is attracting men too. I thought it was only me who thought Tony didn't like them, but as it turns out everyone thought so. We all agreed Ryan is an asshole fuckwit, going off with Tony and the like. We turned music on really loud and screamed at the top of our voices. Monica and I really had to pee, so we stopped at a gas station at about 11:00. When we got in the bathroom there were dead roaches everywhere! It was like something out of a movie, I swear.
We got to the park but nobody was there yet, so we had to pee AGAIN (they gave us a lot of water at the sushi place) so we stopped at a Publix. When we went into the bathroom all these creepy Publix dudes were looking at us, and we could hear them outside. When I opened the bathroom door this gross guy stuck his finger in his mouth at me. Everyone else thought it was hilariously funny, but I definetly didn't. Well, looking back, it's maybe a LITTLE funny. When we went out of the bathroom the creepy sexual harassers were right there by the door, and as we walked away they all stared at our asses. We though they were following us, so we started to run back to the car when we bumped into Ryan and Tony. We all screamed.
The Publix employees were all staring at their watches because it was past closing time, and they all glared at us until we left. We went back to the park, pitch black, and waited for Carrie and Jamie. Ryan and Tony were talking about politics, most notably abortion, and all the girls joined in on this, of course, We were all pro-choice. All of us are avid democrats. You have to be, hanging around Carrie. We have lesbian friends, are all gay-marriage woo hoo! save the environment, and such. Carrie and Jamie finally showed up as Debra and I were frolicking in the sand. THey assured us that no, they were not late because they were having sex in the car, and Carrie and everyone ran through the fields singing the sound of music.
It was really dark though, and kind of creepy, and it felt like we were in a cheap teen horror movie. That was when we saw shadowy figures approaching us. Monica, Debra, Carrie, and I all ran back to the guys, wishing, for the first time in our lives, that we were men and not defenseless girls. There were about six black guys, in the dead of night, coming up to us in a deserted, dark park. We were screwed. I grabbed Monica's hand, my heart pounding.
"You guys got some weed?" they cackled. We replied no.
"How about some money?" No to that, too. "This our park." Carrie started to joke around with them, assuming, I guess that they were harmless. The guys took out a flashlight attached to their phone and shone it on us. "Put it on that girl in the back." they said. Me, of course. Fabulous. We all nervously tried to convince them that we had nothing of value. "How about your jewlery? I like that watch." said one, looking at Ryan's watch. I tried to cover up my silver bracelets. "Anyone that's not a virgin come over here." said one, laughing from a bench. We did NOT laugh. One had a phone call and the others moved to the side to listen. Monica, Debra, Casey and I all grabbed our purses and hastily headed for the car and a well-lit area. We RAN, and I think the guys were going to chase after us but gave up.
We got back to the car and got in, relieved to have gotten away. We were never, NEVER, N-E-V-E-R, EVER going to do anything like that again. No more dark deserted parks for us. We were leaving the publix parking lot, still shook up, and Casey almost cut off a car in front of us. It was ok, we didn't hit him or anythig, but when we pulled into the lane behind him the car started swerving so we couldn't pass it. At first we though it was just a couple of 17 or 18 year old kids messing around with us, but it kept doing it until it was stopping traffic. The car stopped in the middle of the street and the door opened, and a man came out. An old 40 year old man. We screamed. Casey rolled up the windows and the man started to yell at us. "You fucking bitches..."and then something in spanish. Casey was so cool, though. She said, "Jesus, you're a 40 year old man, get over yourself." Awesome, Casey.
We continued to Carrie's and the guy pulled up next to us and rolled down the window and flicked us off. "Fuckers." Casey yelled. Not a good idea. The guy started following us. Carrie called wanting to know where we were, and we told her we couldn't talk because we were being followed. After he was still following us for about five minutes we decided we couldn't lead him back to Carrie's, so we flipped open our cell phone and called the police. We gave the car's liscence plate number, and tried to avoid red lights so we didn't get caught next to them. We ran one and the car got stuck at it, and we looped around trying to make sure they wouldn't find us again.
When we were at another red light a blue car next to us motioned for us to roll down our windows. We did so, but not even halfway. The nice couple in the car said they had called the police and given them his tag number as well. They said he was crazy and when they saw a car full of young girls they knew something was wrong. We thanked them and took a roundabout way back home, driving by several cop friend's houses just to be sure that if someone WAS following us we could get help.
When we got back to Carrie's, totally rung out and freaked by our near mugging/being followed, everyone wanted to give us hugs and hear our story, which we told with relish. We didn't want to go home yet, so we went inside and lay on her bed, calming down. Ryan said he felt lonely and wanted to cuddle, and I was feeling vulnerable, so we did. It was great. He wanted me to massage his back, and I couldn't say no to his pretty green eyes, so I did. Twice. Then Tony, who I though really didn't like me, wanted a back massage too from me, so I did partly just to piss Ryan off. Hahaha. Carrie then said that hand massages were great, and I said I wanted one. Ryan said 'OK!' He started massaging my hands. Oooo it was nice, his hands were all soft and warm. We cuddled a bit more and then HE started talking to DEBRA just to piss me off because I gave Tony a back massage. Asshole. Hmph.
We left at about 12:45, and I got another hug from him. He's so amazingly hot. I went home with Monica and Jamie, and, when Jamie dropped me off, went to sleep thinking aboyt my incredible, surreal night.
Life can be so beautiful sometimes.
Maybe I'm just a little excited right now, but to get 1) sexually harassed (more than once) 2) nearly raped/mugged 3) been followed and had to call the police and 4) almost hooked up with Ryan, all in the span of one night, seems rather a lot.
Judge for yourself, as the night followed:
First, I looked absolutely fabulous. Just had to say it, you know. Acordian-like black shirt, incredible black choker, jean miniskirt, high heeled black shoes with my amazing glittery flowers on them, perfect little balck clutch, absolutely amazing hair and makeup....I was smoking baby.
I went out to dinner at Bahama Breeze with my mom and sister, eating lightly because I was going to go out for sushi later. Mom and sis had to park the car, so I got a table. As the cute waiter was showing me over there, I tripped. Very suave. I laughed out of sheer embarassment and he asked if I was ok. Yes, fine, just a COMPLETE UNGRACEFUL KLUTZ, thank you.
Our real waiter came and, after taking our drinks, said how pretty I was. The dude was just looking for a big tip, which he got, might I add (compliments do get you somewhere, hehe). I shared a pizza with the sister and, as we were departing, the waiter AGAIN called me gorgeous. "Keep growing up so beautiful," he said. Heeeeee. v. nice.
We then went to pick up Monica, so pretty, wearing a carefully coordinated outfit of jeans, a shear white shirt with a blue tanktop underneath, blue high heeled shoes, and a cute blue Coach purse. I was duely impressed. We set off for Taisho's sushi in the Gables, all the while Monica and I explainging to my mom why we were mad at Carrie, the group dynamics (Ryan the asexual man-whore, ect.) and mom said she knew a guy JUST LIKE RYAN when she was in high school, and he died when he was nineteen. Horrified, we realized his future was to die in two years. We had to warn him.
When we got to Taisho's, a trendy sushi place filled with trendy people wearing black, only half the group had arrived. Ryan, Tony, Jamie, and Carrie were present, Carrie not so impressive in a blue plaid skirt and odd blue shirt. I totally saw Tony check me out and whisper something to Ryan. Hmmm. Ryan and Tony and Jamie all went off together to be all manly. The girls agreed we liked the guys better isolated and vulnerable, and not in a pack. Ryan wanted to go change his shirt, and Monica and I both said 'You're such a woman' at the same time.
Debra and Casey arrived, and I really had expected Ryan to hit on both of them like mad, but he didn't. I was surprised. Carrie told me to tell Debra that she looked like an angel, which I did. She was very happy, and I was happy because she was happy. We were happy all around. There was still a half-hour wait at Taisho's, so we walked around the Gables for a little while. I love the Gables, all softly lit and nice at night. Monica was brooding because she was tired, and I joined her at the front. A giant black poodle ran at us and we both screamed. No, it really happened. We migrated back to the sushi place, finally, and they just called our name.
We all were herded to a table by the window that didn't REALLY seat eight but we all squeezed in anyway. I had never had sushi before, so I handed the little sushi forms to Carrie to fill out. It was all you can eat sushi for twenty bucks a head, and I put my blind trust in her. When the sushi came I was numbly horrified. I suppose I had never realized that it was really RAW FISH, and I suppose the thought hit home now that it was in front of me. I gulped. Everyone at the table tried to coax me to eat it. I can't even hold my CHOPSTICKS right, for God's sake. Ryan showed me how to do it.
As I was eating the sushi waiter definetly hit on me. It was fabulous.
I didn't quite realize that they charge you for the sushi you don't eat, so I had to try to pawn my sushi off on everyone. Tony refused to eat it. I was very upset. He ate Monica's and Casey's and even JAMIE's, good Lord, but not MINE. I didn't think he liked me and I was sad. I made Carrie eat some because she ordered it for me, and Ryan ate some of mine too. I managed to gulp down the rest somehow, and Casey, Debra, Monica and I went to the bathroom together. As we passed the tables all the guys stared at us. It was unnerving. We had fun laughing together, though, and it was great overall at the sushi place.
We then left to go to a park at 10:30 at night, Carrie's bright idea, of course, and Debra, Casey, Monica and I all went in the same car. Carrie and Jamie went together in another, and Ryan and Tony in Ryan's. I seriously think Tony is gay or bisexual or something. Either that or Ryan is attracting men too. I thought it was only me who thought Tony didn't like them, but as it turns out everyone thought so. We all agreed Ryan is an asshole fuckwit, going off with Tony and the like. We turned music on really loud and screamed at the top of our voices. Monica and I really had to pee, so we stopped at a gas station at about 11:00. When we got in the bathroom there were dead roaches everywhere! It was like something out of a movie, I swear.
We got to the park but nobody was there yet, so we had to pee AGAIN (they gave us a lot of water at the sushi place) so we stopped at a Publix. When we went into the bathroom all these creepy Publix dudes were looking at us, and we could hear them outside. When I opened the bathroom door this gross guy stuck his finger in his mouth at me. Everyone else thought it was hilariously funny, but I definetly didn't. Well, looking back, it's maybe a LITTLE funny. When we went out of the bathroom the creepy sexual harassers were right there by the door, and as we walked away they all stared at our asses. We though they were following us, so we started to run back to the car when we bumped into Ryan and Tony. We all screamed.
The Publix employees were all staring at their watches because it was past closing time, and they all glared at us until we left. We went back to the park, pitch black, and waited for Carrie and Jamie. Ryan and Tony were talking about politics, most notably abortion, and all the girls joined in on this, of course, We were all pro-choice. All of us are avid democrats. You have to be, hanging around Carrie. We have lesbian friends, are all gay-marriage woo hoo! save the environment, and such. Carrie and Jamie finally showed up as Debra and I were frolicking in the sand. THey assured us that no, they were not late because they were having sex in the car, and Carrie and everyone ran through the fields singing the sound of music.
It was really dark though, and kind of creepy, and it felt like we were in a cheap teen horror movie. That was when we saw shadowy figures approaching us. Monica, Debra, Carrie, and I all ran back to the guys, wishing, for the first time in our lives, that we were men and not defenseless girls. There were about six black guys, in the dead of night, coming up to us in a deserted, dark park. We were screwed. I grabbed Monica's hand, my heart pounding.
"You guys got some weed?" they cackled. We replied no.
"How about some money?" No to that, too. "This our park." Carrie started to joke around with them, assuming, I guess that they were harmless. The guys took out a flashlight attached to their phone and shone it on us. "Put it on that girl in the back." they said. Me, of course. Fabulous. We all nervously tried to convince them that we had nothing of value. "How about your jewlery? I like that watch." said one, looking at Ryan's watch. I tried to cover up my silver bracelets. "Anyone that's not a virgin come over here." said one, laughing from a bench. We did NOT laugh. One had a phone call and the others moved to the side to listen. Monica, Debra, Casey and I all grabbed our purses and hastily headed for the car and a well-lit area. We RAN, and I think the guys were going to chase after us but gave up.
We got back to the car and got in, relieved to have gotten away. We were never, NEVER, N-E-V-E-R, EVER going to do anything like that again. No more dark deserted parks for us. We were leaving the publix parking lot, still shook up, and Casey almost cut off a car in front of us. It was ok, we didn't hit him or anythig, but when we pulled into the lane behind him the car started swerving so we couldn't pass it. At first we though it was just a couple of 17 or 18 year old kids messing around with us, but it kept doing it until it was stopping traffic. The car stopped in the middle of the street and the door opened, and a man came out. An old 40 year old man. We screamed. Casey rolled up the windows and the man started to yell at us. "You fucking bitches..."and then something in spanish. Casey was so cool, though. She said, "Jesus, you're a 40 year old man, get over yourself." Awesome, Casey.
We continued to Carrie's and the guy pulled up next to us and rolled down the window and flicked us off. "Fuckers." Casey yelled. Not a good idea. The guy started following us. Carrie called wanting to know where we were, and we told her we couldn't talk because we were being followed. After he was still following us for about five minutes we decided we couldn't lead him back to Carrie's, so we flipped open our cell phone and called the police. We gave the car's liscence plate number, and tried to avoid red lights so we didn't get caught next to them. We ran one and the car got stuck at it, and we looped around trying to make sure they wouldn't find us again.
When we were at another red light a blue car next to us motioned for us to roll down our windows. We did so, but not even halfway. The nice couple in the car said they had called the police and given them his tag number as well. They said he was crazy and when they saw a car full of young girls they knew something was wrong. We thanked them and took a roundabout way back home, driving by several cop friend's houses just to be sure that if someone WAS following us we could get help.
When we got back to Carrie's, totally rung out and freaked by our near mugging/being followed, everyone wanted to give us hugs and hear our story, which we told with relish. We didn't want to go home yet, so we went inside and lay on her bed, calming down. Ryan said he felt lonely and wanted to cuddle, and I was feeling vulnerable, so we did. It was great. He wanted me to massage his back, and I couldn't say no to his pretty green eyes, so I did. Twice. Then Tony, who I though really didn't like me, wanted a back massage too from me, so I did partly just to piss Ryan off. Hahaha. Carrie then said that hand massages were great, and I said I wanted one. Ryan said 'OK!' He started massaging my hands. Oooo it was nice, his hands were all soft and warm. We cuddled a bit more and then HE started talking to DEBRA just to piss me off because I gave Tony a back massage. Asshole. Hmph.
We left at about 12:45, and I got another hug from him. He's so amazingly hot. I went home with Monica and Jamie, and, when Jamie dropped me off, went to sleep thinking aboyt my incredible, surreal night.
Life can be so beautiful sometimes.
