So I have a lot to say...
Last night, I picked Tara up from work and on the ride home, she got a phone call. She asked me if I wanted to do anything, and I said I'd stay in for the night. I dropped her and Justin off at the bar, so she wouldn't be driving drunk, and went home. I made a TV dinner. I (oops) preheated the oven to 450 when it was supposed to be 350. After about 10 minutes, I smelled something funny, opened the oven, and saw the plastic had melted in with my food..grr. So I ate what I could of my meal, threw the rest away, and started scrubbing the hell out of the pan it melted on. The phone rang. It was Tara. She said she thought the phone was broken or something, then started telling me how much she wished I was hanging out with them. I told her I was fine, I was having a drink, then going to bed. About 20-30 minutes later, the phone rang again. It was Katie this time. She told me they were leaving the bar to pick me up and party as soon as they finished their beers. So I got dressed and went out to the parking lot when they called again. Tara was hanging out of the car, puking. Melissa was driving, Katie had shotgun and Justin was in the middle in the back. I got in and Melissa told me Tara wanted White Castle, so that was our next stop. The drive-thru line was so long, but we got in there anyway. Tara was still hanging out of the car. After we finally ordered, a limo had pulled into the line. We started debating whether it was guys or chicks or both. Melissa gave Katie and I each a dollar to find out. On our way back there, a couple guys two cars behind us asked what we were doing. We told them, and I saw the limo driver roll up the window. When we walked up, the driver looked petrified. He didn't even glance at us. But the window in the back was open, so we strolled over. It was mostly chicks, but there were a few guys and a transvestite. I asked what the occasion was, but they didn't hear me, and I forgot about it anyway. Meanwhile, Justin had gone to pee on a snowbank in the corner of the parking lot. The passenger in the car right behind us said something about not wanted to see that little thing, and Justin said something like "It's too big for you to suck...Sorry". The bitch driving started screaming shit at us and talking all kinds of shit. Tara screamed back, called the woman a hermaphrodite, a hermit, princess...among many other odd things. She said, "I bet you don't even know if you have a penis or vagina!!! I'll kick your ass!!!" She closed the door and said "You guys got my back, right?". When we said yes, she opened the door again, "I'll do it!!!", then slammed the door, laughing her ass off. The guy she was with kept pointing at Justin and making gestures that suggested they get out of the car and fight. When we got our food, Justin got out of the car and started yelling shit at the asshole. The fucker opened his door and put his feet out, but that was it. He closed his door, and we started to leave, when the bitch driving him drove away from the window, without getting her food (surprising to me, because she was a cow), and came straight at us. Melissa got scared and drove away pretty fast, but the other car was right on our ass (seriously, they were about 4-7 inches away). They tried to run us off the road a few times, driving right up next to us and shit. After a while, they came up and completely cut us off, and we went down the alley. They were right there, the whole time. Tara was trying to find her cell phone, to call the cops, so I gave her mine. When she was reading off the license number, they went the other way, and we stopped while Tara gave all the information she could to the cops. We left, and headed back to Katie and Justin's place. The police called back, and asked where we were, so we met them at the house. We told them everything, and since WE were the victims, they didn't ask if we had been drinking. When that was all done, we went inside and played rummy until 6am. Tara ate two of her slyders, then just started chewing them up to spit them out on the table. She said she didn't want the calories. She just wanted to taste them. They made her a chicken patty, but forgot to put mayo on it. Justin gave her the mayo, but not a knife. Too late. She dunked her sandwich into the jar. Really gross. It was funny as hell. I had a few beers and went to bed when our game was over. And we all lived happily ever after and went to my mom's to eat her leftovers and got some stuff from the dollar store. Oh, and I finished making a purse today. It was tedious work. I'll post a pic of it sometime. The end.