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Can you say Partay?
Gather around kiddies, it’s story time (and by story I mean what I did yesterday):
It was 4:30 in the afternoon on Wednesday. Kevin and I were sweating profusely since it was around 112 degrees outside. As we reached the top of the stairs Kevin tried to open the door to the apartment, but it was locked.
I sat down and sighed. “Well now what are we going to do?”
We were both frustrated. Not because the apartment was locked but because we just got kicked out of the second pool at the party. No sense in moving back to the first pool as planned, we’d only get kicked out again. We figured the best alternative was to visit Dan’s apartment and rest in the frigid delicacy known as air conditioning.
When all hope of air conditioning satisfaction was lost I noticed someone coming up the stairs. She was a brunette, short and wet, most likely from the party we previously attended, and under her arm she smuggled a box of Bud Light.
She stumbled a few times as she struggled to make it up the stairs. It was clear that she was inebriated.
“Hey you guys! Are you from around here?” And she added, “My name is Katie.”
After an abrupt conversation we decided she should be escorted back to her apartment, wherever that may be. Katie grabbed hold of my arm and led us down a corridor to another area.
“My boyfriend is seriously going to kill me,” Katie exclaimed as she opened the door.
Kevin and I felt awkward. We didn’t move an inch as we stood in the doorway and watched Katie stumble inside and greet her friends. Kevin made the first bold move and walked in setting his case of beer on the counter, “You guys want some beer?”
“Umm, No thanks,” said one of the friends.
Not knowing what to do, I quickly sat down on the bar chair and watched the conflict. Katie stumbled around swearing as Kevin and I introduced ourselves to the others in the room.
Suddenly I looked over and saw Katie attempting to retrieve a beer from the refrigerator. She instead knocked over an expensive bottle of Tequila, breaking the top of it. Amy, who seemed to be living at the apartment ran out and proceeded to scold her. As Katie and Amy debated whether the bottle was broken or not, Kevin and I realized that Amy doesn?t know Katie.
Amy walked away in frustration swearing. I too would be insulted if someone walked in my kitchen and broke a bottle not knowing who she was. My conclusion was that Katie?s boyfriend would step in and say something. To my surprise, the other guys in the room began to introduce themselves to Katie.
“Wait a minute, so none of you guys know this girl?” Kevin questioned.
“No way, we thought she was with you,” They replied.
“What the hell, we thought she was with you. This is weird, she said this was her boyfriend’s apartment!” I exclaimed.
Katie defended herself, “Boyfriend? What are you talking about, I never mentioned that.”
It appeared to us that Kevin and I followed her into a strange apartment. We didn’t know them and they were most likely wondering who the hell we were. As I apologized for intruding Amy proceeded to kick Katie out.
As Katie put on Amy’s shoes and walked outside, the rest of us glanced at each other and laughed hysterically.
35 minutes or so later Kevin and I left the apartment with some new friends, and a great story. What a weird day.
Kevin August 21st, 2003 17:07 pm
Wow, Wish I could do weird stuff like that!
Nick August 22nd, 2003 02:32 am
Good Stuff Man! I need excitement like that to happen to me more often.
Kyle August 26th, 2003 12:40 pm
That is freakin’ incredible!