Why I Love My Smart Phone Now.
I would definitely consider myself a partygirlpro, and it doesn’t really become a pro-blem until I try to get myself home, and in this case while stealing things in a strange city. Let me elaborate. It was my freshman year of college, first semester. We were post-gaming, which is always fun, but sometimes dangerous. After an hour or so I decided to steal a roll of cookie dough from the freezer and dip out with my friend Mary to go back to our dorms. While gorging myself in my drunchie of choice, I was navigating us back to our dorm (only 4 blocks away). At some point between bites I went right instead of left and got us completely lost in the ghetto. So, instead of fretting about being lost at 4am, what do we do? Steal some more. Mary and I while 411-ing our location, calling friends, and family (oh, this gets better), are opening car doors and stealing whatever we find. However, we did hold back on a check for $500. What we did steal: a hospital ID, a DVD player, a dashboard Hula girl, and a reclining beach chair, which I dragged for 3 blocks. After my last epic find I posted up on the corner and relaxed in my chair while phoning my similarly drunk sister to map quest my ass home ( mind you, I have a smart phone). She was unable to help me so I resorted to calling my father. He didn’t pick up, which enraged me. So, like any other sane person I left him a voicemail on his home phone screaming ” FUCKING PICK UP YOU ASSHOLE”. I received a phone call in response to my message letting me simply know that he could not help me (I have an interesting family). Anyways, so 5am rolls around and a car rolls through the otherwise empty streets. The black woman driving slows down to a scene of me in a reclined beach chair and Mary with a dumped out purse eating cookie dough and taking photos of our finds. Concerned, she offers us a ride on her way to work. This angel somehow gets us to my dorm, and I’m greeted by a “good morning”. I thank the kind black woman, and not blacking out, but I regret that I had to ditch my beach chair.
-Submitted by: Sarah
Confessions of a party girl
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