birthday aftermath with 911 action

So, my birthday was a multi-day affair.  Lots of booze.  Lots of fun.  Drama too of course.  I went up to San Francisco twice.  Went out in Palo Alto too, which was pretty lame to be honest.  Summer is done and Stanford only started now so yeah, things were a bit dead on a Thursday night.

Some of the Crew

Wednesday, I went up with one of my high school buddies, Ashvin, to SF with his roommates.  It was good times.  Went to several bars on the Mission.  Philosophized about life.  Played some liar's dice, quite possibly the greatest bar game of all time.  Sipped on some chimay...and way too many double shooters. Thursday, was lame times, but alas, it happens.  Now Friday, Friday was an interesting night.  Went up to SF again to some clubs--Mr. Smith's and 111 Minna.  Much beverage consumption along the streets followed by some clubs.  I shot down a girl at Mr. Smiths, and I felt guilty after.  haha.  Probably should've gone straight to 111 Minna...they were having some crazy hyphy party there.  Oh well.

With a sobering drive (literally) home at 3am, we needed Gatorade ASAP.  Went to the gas station about a block from my house.  My boy Alex gets out of the car and goes up to the female cashier.  She gives him change and hands him a receipt that says "PLEASE CALL 911 HELP!"  Oh shit.  Yeah.  We were going nuts because we didnt know what the fuck was going on.  There was some shady guy at the station but yeah.  We all debate for like 5 minutes and I finally decide to call 911.  Now I'm drunk and yeah...911.  I try my best to explain to the 911 person.  Meanwhile we need some drunk food--Carl's Jr.  I'm still on the phone with 911 when we arrive at the drive-thru...and who's in front of us??? A cop of course--and not just any cop, but a PAPD one.  Money.  We give him the note and he speeds off and tells us to wait there. 

Me, Mitchell, and Alex

Now this story is a bit anti-climactic.  Sorry folks.  The cop comes back and says that the sketchy dude at the gas station had been loitering there for over 2hrs...and he was all scaring the female cashier.  Turns out the dude was on coke or some shit and had 2 arrest warrants out.  So no armed robbery or anything.  We come back the gas station for closure.  I give the woman the rest of my chicken tenders because she's probably hungry.  Graveyard shift and you're a woman who has to deal with this shit.  Tough life.  She overreacted because she couldve called 911 earlier, but whatever.  But yeah, it felt good to help someone on my birthday.  To be honest, it was probably the best gift I couldve gotten.  Better than the cologne, clothes, booze, money that I got.  For real.

Rest of the bday was alright.  Hung out with the family.  Went up to San Jose to the best club there, Taste...they were having this party called Risque, which I've been to before.  The party was awesome, but since there was a slight misunderstanding with my friends, well, it wasnt the best of times.  So yes.  23 now.  Another year gone by.

Comments

[GLR]

I really like this post, you are a hero. even though she could have called 911. maybe she wanted your number instead. because you are  cute! ;0)