Cinco de oh my, and so on

I have to say that while this entire weekend was pretty renegade, Friday night was the absolute best bit, containing a Senate dance party, Shia la Boef, stealth parking manuevers, ninja outfits, party crashing and so much more.

Chloe and I started the night off low key...in bed watching the Lost episodes that we're behind on, because actually keeping up with the show every week is just too difficult with our packed social agendas. Then we booked it down to the Ave for the last Senate show of the year. Even though we got there an hour before it started, the room was already packed with people sitting all over the floor and standing at the back. Being absolutely renegade, though, we pushed our way to the very front and created spots right in front of the stage...literally there was nobody in front of us at all. The people we sat in front of were hating life I'm sure, or rather, just hating us...especially when we were all dancing instead of sitting down, because I am unreasonably tall for a girl.

Then we peaced to Starbucks. I found a new drink that replaces caramel macchiatos as my fave: the dulce de leche latte. Ace. Next we drove downtown and saw Disturbia, which made me heart Shia laBeof even more. Did you know that his name means "thank God for beef"? It was fabulous and we shrieked and gasped through the whole thing. Except for I suck and get so into movies that I try to tell the characters what to do. Chloe had to sush me because apparently I was going "shhhh!" to Shia really loudly and disturbing the other ppl. Whatev, though, because I was just trying to save his life. Chloe also got so frustrated with him that she literally yelled "fuck!" in the middle of the most suspenseful part. Basically, all the other people in the theater were also hating life because of the two of us.


And of course, when we left the theater we needed to sneak out of the Pacific Place parking lot without paying. I'm sorry, but we don't have mad cash on hand, like regular Seattlelites. In fact, we are so classically-collegiate poor that our gas was disconnected earlier this week, and until today we were operating without heat or hot water. Whoopsies. IMA showers, anyone? Anyway, we totally blew it the first two times, though. First, we pulled up behind a car and then their ticket didn't work so the guys who work there had to lift the bar for them and would've definitely seen us drive through behind them. Next, we pulled up behind a car only to see the Security Guard roll up in his golf cart. Then, finally we made it through. I don't know why we were so scared by the end. Even if they saw us do it, it's not like the Security Guards could run us down with their little golf carts. Still, someone told me recently that they take a picture of your license plate when you do that and sometimes report it to the police. Maybe one day when I'm 30 I will wake up to a thousand dollars in tickets. The key here is that I will be such a successful lawyer by then that I will be able to choose between arguing my way out of the tickets in court, or simply dropping a grand because that'll be like pocket change to my future self. (Here, I am very much kidding, and will most likely be struggling to get by each week because of my measly public defender salary.)

Anyway: Ninja Outfits. We were oh so inspired by Disturbia that we decided to dress up Alias-style and go create a disturbance at Stephen's house. We figured we would make a huge noise in the back and then enter through the front (always unlocked) and quickly turn off all the lights and hide so we can pop out and terrify them. However, we blew it from the beginning when, crawling next to a car, I turned around to whisper to Chloe and promptly ran into the side mirror with my head. Then, it turned out that Stephen wasn't even home and his roommates caught us instead. While regrouping on the sidewalk, Stephen actually walked by us on his way home, so we had to run into someone's back yard, shimmy behind a shed, and jump a wire fence. Then, Chloe gave me an almost-black eye when somehow her phone went into my face in the dark. We did, however, eventually succeed in sneaking into Stephen's basement, creeping up the stairs and then ambushing him in the kitchen. Next time we will be better, though.

We meant to try someone else later that night, but then it turned out that he was outside his house already with some girl, and while we were planning our attack, they started making out. We decided to be good girls and did not interfere. Instead, we went home and crashed our neighbor's party. We were not impressed. The guys were so wasted that, I shit you not, they were asking us if we were sisters since they said we looked so much alike. Tres high. Chloe and I look about as similar as Lindsay Lohan and Corrine Bailey-Rae.

Anyway, Cinco de Mayo was not as eventful, with several lame parties before we found a sufficiently overcrowded place of mayhem. I'm super surprised that our last venue didn't get broken up by the cops, because in Will's words "it was off the hook". I also ran into a bunch of people that I knew there, including a random guy from my middle school, a Psi U (he was a legit one, though), a girl from Physiology, a bunch of YD's, some Mercer kids, and a guy I took on a coffee tour when I was a Dawg Daze leader. Even more sufficiently carazy was when Chloe and I met up with Stephen, BK and their friend and left for an attic with a fog machine. Sounds sketchy, right? But it was completely amazing. I couldn't even see Stephen and he was right next to me.



And so, the point of all this is that I had an extremely busy weekend and it is therefore legit that I did not start my paper, or the readings that I had to base my paper, on until tonight....and of course I only just finished it and sent it in. Even if my professor does not notice that I sent it in at 5 am, I am sure he will notice that it is actually 11 pt. size font, with the character spacing condensed by .3, and is thus a page over the limit. Pshaw. Page limits are for losers.