Saturday, December 5, 2009
Best of 2009 Blog Challenge, Day 5: Night Out
2009 was a big year for me in the fact that I actually went out with my friends. The first part of the year was devoted to the Italians, and I attempted to keep up with that wave when they left. I was doing pretty well until I moved back with my parents, but I'm ok with that. I've had many a night out that was memorable for so many reasons, and as much as I love me my Italians, the most memorable of 2009 has to be one of the nights with the girls.
Photos don't exist of it, sorry...mostly because a lot of us are trying our best to forget it.
It was early June, and myself and 3 of my best girl friends from high school decided to go out downtown to celebrate one of our birthdays. We'll call the birthday girl K, R will be the girl whose house we were staying at, S will be the driver, and E will be the roommate of R. Got it? Good.
So, K's birthday. We started out pretty damn well, bar hopping and having a grand ol' time. We hit up Double Deuce, the most awesome country bar in Downtown San Diego that does actually have a mechanical bull. So much fun, so many good stories, lots of dancing and some drinks were going around. Me, K and S weren't drinking much (as we never do), and R and E were drinking their share, our share, and more (as they always do). We decide it's late enough, we're good, it's time to head home and continue our party there.
Now, R/E do not live in the um...safest...of parts. It's not like we were getting shot at at every stop light, but it's not somewhere 5 girls all gussied up should be at by themselves. We're driving home, no more than 1/3 of a mile from the house, and...BAM.
We hit a curb. I can't even explain how S hit it because...well...there are a lot of factors that shouldn't even have been, but she hit it. And somehow managed to pop both her right-side tires, break her front axle, and fuck up the alignment on her car. Here we are, 5 girls in dresses and heels on an unlit stretch of road in a bad spot, 2 of whom are drunk as a skunk, 1 is crying her eyes out trying to get to insurance, and the last 2 are lost about what to do.
It's not a good memory. There was a lot of fighting and yelling and crying that night between certain pairs of the girls, and it resulted in one friendship that will never, ever be repaired. But it is definitely the most memorable, since we were accosted by a group of asian guys in a rice rocket trying to pick us up on the side of the street, who then threw something at our windows (effectively cracking it and messing up the mechanism) when we turned them down. There was also a cop involved.
We're all fine in the sense of health and sanity (or at least restored to what we were), and most of us look back on the night and laugh at the absurdity of what happened. But its deeeeefinitely something I will always think of with this year.