March 30th, 2005 - "here it is folks"

I know you all have been dying for this livejournal entry. So here it comes. Fuck I don’t even know where to begin. Let’s start with Friday.

So its Friday, and my boss tells me I can leave an hour early to get ready for the party. Awesome. So I leave work, do all that check cashing bullshit, and pick up Ryan Gale. I went home and started tidying up a bit. Ryan did dishes and helped me out a lot, including fixing Briana’s broken doorknob. We got the house looking spiffy enough for a party. Thank god. Then Briana came home with Kyle and Renee. A light drinking party started in the kitchen. I got in the shower and was getting ready. Erin and Zoe came home. We went and got mixers and moved mine and Briana’s car to a park down the street for the night. When I got back from that I found that Ryan and Keegan had arrived as well. Jeni was there too, and Bam had left to go get Davey K and Cap. Jeni was doing Briana and Renee’s make-up since they were already dressed. I decided to do my own make-up, and not worry so much about my hair. I got my goddamn dress on, yay. Everyone was ready and the festivities were beginning.

We started the night out with a lemon drop for everyone there. Those are so good and I never knew. A shot of Grey Goose vodka for me, and a half a lemon doused in sugar. Damn good. I had Jeni videotape the occasion.

All I know is that after 3 glasses of champagne and that one shot, I was already half in the bag. It wasn’t a good situation, considering it was only like 8:30 at the time and not even a quarter of the party had arrived. Everyone slowly started trickling in. I literally cannot believe that I managed to get everyone in prom garb. Even thinking about it now still excites me. Everyone looked fucking awesome. We had so many people come down from off Cape. I would really like to go down the list and let you know exactly who was there, but I think it would save time if you just assumed that the majority of people I know were there, because that was pretty much the deal.

We got our limbo on. Amidst a fantastic game of limbo- a knock at the door. Slight panic, but it was just a neighbor. Erin and I went outside to chat with him. He was concerned for the amount of cars and noise he could hear when he stepped out of his house, and he lived DOWN the street, not even next door. Apparently he works for our landlord. He said as long as we kept things a little quieter that nothing would happen.
No sooner was he gone when you heard the panic stricken voices going, “the cops are here.”
Oh. Great. Here we go again.
I mean- I knew it was going to happen. Cap was of age, and fairly sober, so he felt he should be there for the discussion. I was on my way to handle it, because I have handled it so many damn times, but Erin assured me this was something she was going to handle. I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I just knew it. But she was probably only slightly more drunk than I at this point anyway, so I let her give it a go. For some reason I wasn’t so worried. I know the drill, they come tell you to shut up and then they leave. Unless of course you have a roommate that allows them to come in. So I’m drinking a drink with my back to the stairs, chatting with people on the couch, when I turn around to see 2 cops in my living room. I discreetly ditched the drink and waited for the officer to ask who else lived here. I stepped up and let him give me a talking to about how many times they had already been there. After that, I hear Erin sort of arguing with the cop. They told everyone to get out. Erin wanted to reinforce that it was her house, and that anyone too drunk to drive could stay there. The officer was not pleased. I’m not sure if he asked her to keep it up or what, but she repeated her last sentence once more. He had had enough. And the famous words: Your Under Arrest.

Yup, Erin was cuffed and taken out of our house by Officer Bird of the Barnstable Police Department. At this point, I was freaking out. I was way too drunk to drive and couldn’t have left if I wanted to. Not only was I completely baffled by Erin’s arrest, but I could not believe the cops told all these drunk kids to drive away from my house. Even the ones that said they had no place to go because they were from off cape were told to leave too. Jeni and a few others followed the cruiser to go bail Erin out as soon as she was allowed. The cops left the inside of my house, and were sitting outside waiting for everyone to leave. I was like shaking at this point. It was only a little after midnight. Then Keegan and Ryan told me they had to leave. I thought that meant go back to Franklin, since I was not thinking clearly. So then the flood gates opened and I started hysterically crying to the point where I could not keep my cool. Embarassing, definitely.

So all my poor scared drunk friends got in their cars and drove to exit 6 burger king to wait for the good word. So many people were calling me asking me if I was alright. I couldn’t even catch my breath to answer them. Thanks for the concern everybody. I just remember talking to Zoe and Keegan on the phone telling them just to get back here and that it didn’t matter where the cops were, they weren’t gonna get arrested. Ugh, I was a mess.

All off-capers made their way back to my house. I had no perception of time so I am not sure how long it took. All I wanted to do was just climb into my bed and pretend it was all a nightmare. But I couldn’t rest without knowing Erin was ok. Everytime Zoe or anyone else mentioned her name I would start balling again. My phone ended up breaking one way or another and I was throwing it violently around the room. Hahaha I’m sure you can all imagine how retarded I was being if you didn’t witness it firsthand. I went into my room and angrily changed out of my prom dress into pajamas. I threw my dress on the floor in a ball and walked out. When I came back into my room my dress was hung up inside the plastic in my closet. Didn’t have a clue who did it, until Keegan told me he hung it up for me. Now if that wasn’t one of the sweetest things ever….<3

Once Erin was back, I felt better. She was totally ok. Arrested on noise violation. She went to court Monday morning and got her charges dismissed, but she does have to pay a $200 fine. Better than worse, right? Now apparently after everyone that was staying there for the night was back, and Ryan, Keegan, and I were asleep in my bed, the cops came back. It was only Erin, Zoe, and I think Vicky awake when the cops just waltzed in my back slider door without knocking or anything. They had just smoked a lot of bowls, so the house was smelling peculiar. The cops noticed the bong. Mentioned something about this looking like a scene from the most stupid criminals ever. Threw around the idea of arresting people in the house for a class d substance. Nothing happened. I guess they left, and everyone went to bed.

Ahh. Now that that’s over, deep breath.

Saturday day I spent some time driving around and smoking weed on a lovely day with Zaza and Ryan. We met up with Zoe and Erin and did the same with them. Got home and had a shit load of people over to hang out. Erin Condon came over with Jared ready to make brunch. I had to get ready to leave for the concert, so I didn’t get much hang out time in. But I love Erin’s efforts nonetheless. And I heard everyone else had a fantastic time.
Saturday night. An awesome fucking night. Incredible. Honestly.
Erin, Zoe, Ryan and I made some intense mixed drinks, and headed to exit 6 burger king where we were meeting Keegan, and the bus with Matty Adams on it that was supposed to take us to the Roots Down Below/State Radio/Badfish concert at Lupo’s in Providence. We made it in time and everything, but there was a shitload of people on the bus. So I just bought the tickets from Matty, and Ryan drove Erin’s car down there. Erin and Zoe had a half a handle of Bacardi Superior mixed into one huge gallon sized beverage. I had 2 big bottles of Gatorade with over a half bottle of Grey Goose mixed in. Needless to say that when we got there, we were all pretty fucking trashed. Got into the concert and got down to floor to watch Roots Down Below. It was my first time seeing them. Fucking incredible. We are all pretty obsessed now. It’s bad, I don’t think the cd has left my cd player yet. I’m actually listening to them right now. <3
State Radio was awesome too. But I wasn’t being so attentive, and I felt the overwhelming compulsion to go smoke 2 cigarettes during their set. Found Erin and Matty Adams. Matty let me chug some Captain Morgan’s. Told me he would make me another drink. Found him later, and he didn’t, but he did let me chug the last ¾ of the drink he had. MMM Good. By the time Badfish was on, I was trashed again. Bought me and Erin $5 Red Bulls at the bar. I was even like dancing along to the music, that’s how much fun it was. Holy shit, I was that night never ended. On the way home we played the song Roxanne and drank everytime he said Red Light. Ohh man that was awesome. Drunk all over again. I remember as we were driving down the mid-cape I looked out the window and was thinking I was really glad I didn’t have to drive, because I definitely didn’t think there was any way I could have. Then I remembered my car was at exit 6, and I had to drive. Oops. So I was pretty excited since I didn’t think I was TOO drunk to drive, just drunk enough to have a little fun. Yes, I’m against it. But I figure if I’m so against it, and my friends do it anyway, why shouldn’t I do it to. Plus, I can’t be held responsible for my irrationalities when I’m drunk. I did 80 on the highway and 50 on the back roads to get home. Invigorating. I got home and was thrilled. I was told I was being belligerent. A word I don’t like, but I’m sure was more than appropriate after all the Grey Goose and Morgan’s I had consumed.

Easter Sunday. Woke up with Keegan to discover Ryan had been up since 5:30am walking around outside and drinking. Interesting fellow. They left. I showered and got ready for Easter dinner at Auntie Chrissy’s with my dad and my brother. Made Zoe come with me to Stop n’ Shop to get flowers. Then I left en route to Mansfield. Got there, chatted with my Nunna and Aunt Chrissy. About an hour or so later, Keegan showed up. Everyone had been wanting to meet him since we are moving in together. It was supposed to be a quick thing, but we ended up getting roped into dinner. My fault. My little cousin David looked at us when it was quiet at the table and asked us if we were going to get married. Haha cute kids. After the weirdness that was Easter dinner, we drove to Franklin. Let me rephrase that, we drove around Franklin and we had a good time doing what we do…

Came back to Cape. Did not pass go and did not collect $200, went right to Zoe’s mom’s house and picked her up. Sat in traffic on Rte. 3 for a long time trying to get to Boston. FINALLY get to Boston and dropped Zoe off. Hopped on the mass pike and went to the trope. Saw Man of the House with Ryan and Keegan. What a mistake that was, that movie made me feel dumber. I also made the mistake of taking a vivarin even though I knew it would give me anxiety. It didn’t keep me awake at all. I drove off the road on the way home, but just slightly… I hit those rivets that wake you up. Sort of scary, but I got though it.

Monday I woke up wanting to die. It was one of those days. I had a sore throat, and had anxiety attacks all fucking day. I had tears in my eyes all day and was taking it out on friends and customers. Monday night was not bad. Keegan came down and we had a lot of fucking fun doing nothing except hanging out in bed and laughing. These are the times of our lives.

I’m stressed out. My mom was being a cunt yesterday and told me she wouldn’t help me move out of my house, for no reason, just because she was born that way. I can’t believe I spent my last night at Blueberry lane last night. So sad. My bed gets moved today. And then its official. I’m scared.