It's just so damn random, I guess.
Friday
I started my Friday night off by going ghost hunting in a funeral home from 10 PM - 12AM. That was pretty cool... Got a lot of pictures and heard some strange sounds in the basement.
Well, after that was done and over with, I went to my friend's for a party. I arrived at 12:30, and there were probably about 25 other people there at the time. I went to find my friend who was having the party, and he was jumping on his bed with his pants off. I guess he was pretty excited to see me, because as soon as I walked in he jumped off his bed and ripped his closet door off and punched a hole in his bedroom door. The whole time he was doing this, he was yelling, "Mason! They're coming!"
He wouldn't tell me who "they" were...
Couple hours later, I was pretty drunk. We were all just sitting on the front porch, just hanging out, when I heard somebody yell "Cops!!!"
My heart pretty much fell in my beer at that point. I grabbed my cooler and took off into the woods. I had my cooler in my left hand, my opened beer and some chick I didn't know on my right arm, and some other chick I didn't know on my back.
I managed to make it to some pond in the forest without falling. I didn't spill any of my beer, but the whole time I was running, the ice water from my cooler was running down my shirt and pants. Fuckin' great, now I looked like I pissed myself, how nice.
After about 15 minutes of being eaten alive by mosquitoes, we decide to head back. We ran for nothing. It was just some ass holes with a siren on their truck trying to scare us. Ain't that a bitch?
Well, it worked.
Saturday
Went back to the same house, his parents were still gone. We pretty much just watched the Pistons game and had some beers. There were only about 12 people this time.
This night was funny, because we kept finding random destruction done to his house. He had salami stuck to his ceiling and walls, he had beer poured in all of his cereal boxes, he had holes in his walls, and that was on top of the things that were stolen.
It's actually really shitty. If someone lets people come over and have a good time, you don't steal their shit. That's messed up.
The highlight of the night came when everybody got hungry. We started making a bunch of food, and after the oven was already preheated to 300 degrees, we opened it to put in some curly fries.
There was a gallon of milk in the god damned oven.
What the hell?
I have no idea why, but that was probably one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I just wasn't expecting it at all... I still laugh every time I think about that gallon of milk just sitting in the oven. 5 minutes more, and it would have melted and made a huge mess.
Well, those are pretty much the only interesting stories I have from this weekend.
Cedar Point next weekend!
