1999

B, shannon, rachel and i did our usual thursday night bar thing. it was fun as always. we got drunk as always. i professed my love for shannon. allowed rachel to molest me in that way only rachel could. but as always my thoughts were on B. we played the same three songs on the juke box: "special" by garbage, "motorcycle driveby" by third eye blind and "umbrella" by dogs eye view, our standards. my pick the first night we hung out, and B made sure to play it every following thursday for the next few months. shannon was so loud, and had the greatest laugh i've ever heard. rachel was so beyond out there. that girl smoked a lot of weed. but from the moment i met her i fell hard for her. i loved every minute of the year i spent with her. so anyway, there we were, 2AM leaving the bar. of course we were just getting warmed up, so naturally we had to find another place to party. so my bright idea was for us to drive the thirty-five minutes it would take us to get back to my house. and of course everyone thought that was the perfect idea. so off we went. so there we were kicking it at my house, loud, obnoxious, drunk, eating taco bell. and my poor parents were upstairs trying to sleep for work the next morning. B decided that he had to leave, he had class in about four hours. the three of us begging him to stay just one hour longer fell on deaf ears, as we walked him to his car. "i know where B lives, we should follow him" i announced. the three of us decided it was a great idea to follow B and drag him back to the party. i explained that he only lived five minutes away so we'd get there and just bring him back with us. he was weak, we could break him. so like thirty minutes later we finally pulled into his driveway. "i thought you said five minutes?!" they yelled. "i can't help it that rach was driving five miles an hour the entire way here! it only takes me five!" so of course by this time everyone in B's house was asleep. i led the field trip to his bedroom window and we decide to wake him up. rachel and shannon started throwing little rocks at his window one at a time. i explained to them that that would never work. so i picked up this huge handful of rocks and began to attack the side of the house with them. it sounded like firecrackers going off. lights came on. the yard filled up with people. and i wanted to die. we all ran in separate directions, lucky for me mine wasn't directly into B's parents. no that was where rachel and shannon headed as they left me standing alone in the back yard. so after B's dad threatened to beat up two poor little girls, telling them that they didn't know who they were messing with, we decided it was time to leave. B got his parents inside and then came back to apologize to us. at this point the three of us were laughing hysterically. B went back inside. we sat there laughing and rachel informed us that she was so frightened by the yelling that she started farting and couldn't stop farting the entire time he was yelling at her. so we laughed harder. shannon peed her pants right there in rachel's car. and we died. beer, farts, disturbing the peace and a little pee. what more could you ask for in a night? i miss those two girls and think about them, and that night, all the time.