you drive a lot in the suburbs

Last night was the worst night in recent history.

One of our friends wanted to go to a haunted house. i wasn't enthralled with the idea, so i decided with another friend that we would only go if we could drink beforehand and go drunk. so her boyfriend said OK, and insisted that we be at his house before eight.

so i arrive after driving through a new subdivision called Idiot Land (because some stupid idiot insisted on having street signs that are black lettering on white that you can hardly see at night). I seem to lose my way or miss a street every time i go to my friend's boyfriend's house. anyway so i get there, my friend has already arrived and looks pissed. she is eating chocolate. i have brought with me a bottle of concha y toro late harvest chardonnay, so we open it (i've never tried it) and i join her in the chocolate-eating. surprizingly this late harvest wine tastes like white grape juice with just a little hint of alcohol. verrry sweet.

my friend's boyfriend tells us there has been a change in plans, and we are waiting for our other friend to arrive. this other friend arrives, and we set out for this supposed haunted house. as soon as i get in the car (the late-arriving friend is our chofer.. er, chauffeur, tonight) i ask him, so is this haunted house in an actual house? or is it in some high-school gym? he doesn't know. and informs us five minutes later that this is going to cost each of us fifteen bucks. !!!!! my friend and i are sitting in the back, her boyfriend is in the passenger seat. they're talking away in polish, and we have no idea what's going on. my friend is pissed b/c it is sweetest day (more on that later) and her boyfriend hasn't done anything special for her. so we stop at dominick's. my friend and i make fun of the shady characters in the parking lot, as the boys have left us in the car.

the boys come back with flowers (a stupid boquet for my friend, and a cutoff little rose for the girl that our other friend likes, with whom we are supposed to be getting together). oh wait, this is after we have driven for like fifteen minutes. we stop at this girl's house and for some reason leave, and then go to dominick's. ok. anyway so we go back to this girl's house, and my friend is all quiet and upset. so while our other friend is inside the girl's house, i move up to the front seat, partly to be a bitch (will explain) and partly because my friend's boyfriend needs to work some stuff out with her.

yeah, i like saying that last night was my bitch night. i sat in front because our chauffeur friend is interested in this girl outide of who's house we are parked, and though i am not in the least interested in our friend, i want to sit in the passenger seat just to be a bitch, just for the possibility of her seeing me there and being envious.

long story short- we go to the haunted house and it's all high schoolers (as i expected) and it is in some warehouse (also as i expected) AND there is a line like two city-blocks (as if city blocks existed in these parts) long. so we leave and go to the house of a friend of this girl of our chauffeur friend, where there are all these eighteen year olds taking "shots" of smirnoff raspberry twist vodka and talking away in polish. the boy whose house it is asks us all if we are over eighteen. my friend asks him, do we look like we are? i say, i'm not but i have a fake ID. he asks me if i'm drinking, and i say, well i don't really drink that much, this is actually my first drinking party. and he believes me! anyway all these annoying little kids talking puras banalidades in polish (and not to mention, taking shots of vodka up their freaking noses!), so i call my one friend in the suburbs who speaks spanish to give them a taste of what my friend and i are experiencing. basically i tell him about los tarados que están tomando "shots" de vodka por sus narices... no puedo creer lo que está pasando frente a mis ojos. ah, nos podrías venir a buscar? so he comes to pick us up and we all go to a bar/restaurant where we sit at a table by a warm fire and order food and the evening is over. i should not have even left my house this evening; my dad had a nice fire going and they watched movies here at home.