Plan #1
Our first plan of the night was to have a bonfire with Mike's friends, but we quickly realized they were douchebags. We gave them a week and a half's notice of these plans, and they strung us along until the very last moment and made up some terrible excuse for not being able to hang out. "Our dog ripped up our couches, so there's no where to sit." No where to sit? I thought you guys had floors? Oh, you guys have black holes of oblivion for floors? Well that's not good.
Plan #2
Our second plan was to go hang out with Mike's other friend, Nick. However, Nick has 99 problems and her name is unmentionable, but the bitch is every single one. However, being the awesomely forgivable guy Mike is, he decided to give her another chance and go hang out with Nick and her. I had never met her, but I trust his judgement and he didn't like her so far.
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We ended up going to Nick's house to play some Rock Band (which I was awesome at...not!) Everything seemed to be somewhat fine until we left the house to go to this haunted house that the unmentionable one suggested. She geared up on her "bitch mode" and started ordering Mike around. Her favorite sentence of mine is "I'm not asking, i'm telling you." She suggested we take one car (Mike's) which I knew was a bad move, but we agreed anyways, (because we're good people.)
We get in the car and as soon as it starts moving, she starts telling Mike where to go. She apparently had four friends also going to this haunted house, and they were in another car almost there when she tells Mike that they got a flat tire. She told us they are stranded on the side of the road we were on, so we kept driving and were going to stop to help if we saw them.
But we didn't see them. We reached the haunted house, and I had to pee, so I got out and went into the ditch. This girl stayed on the phone constantly from this point, and her voice started sounding like the teacher in Charlie Brown..."wah wahh wahhh, wahh wah wahhhh..."
We couldn't just go to the haunted house, nope. We had to go find them. So we stopped on a gravel road where she got out to talk on the phone. Nick followed her out of the car, and Mike and I agree that we are NOT driving another ten minutes to help strangers who are too stupid to know how to change a tire. Nick actually agreed with us when he came up to the window to talk.
She comes up to the window and says "so this is what we are going to do...we are going to make a left here and go find them." All we said was, "no, were not."
"We're not?"
"No, we aren't going to do that."
"Well, i'll drive your car and do it then."
"Uhhh, Nooo, you won't."
"Fine, I will just walk then."
At this point I wanted to slam her face into mike's side mirror and leave her on the side of the road. She's a tough North End chick...she thinks she can handle anything, so why not?
Nick dissolved the situation by telling her we'll drive ALL the way back to Nick's house to get his car and they would spend the evening looking for her dumb friends and then go to the haunted house afterwards. Mike and I, however, we didn't even want to be close to her, so we didn't get to go to the haunted house. Boo. (Haha, totally not intentional.)
We had a great night apart from that, but holy crap this girl has Nick wrapped around her bony finger. I really feel sorry for the guy because he's actually a good guy, and could find someone who treats him way better.
As far as I am concerned, she probably works at the haunted house as a prop.
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