a basement in 1994

i remember that time we road in the pimp ass lincoln to twin-value. i remember when we had a twin-value. warm summer air. windows down. rockin' out to a little gin blossoms. maybe even some soul asylum. i'm not sure who's idea it was to go on the search for some alcohol. considering we were nineteen i'm not sure why we thought the little excursion would provide us with any results. we passed the beer aisle at least twenty times trying to figure out what we were going to do, while trying to play it cool. coming across as the most suspicious version of cool there ever was. then we spotted him, cool, cute, twenty-something, filling his cart with booze. nothing but booze. we made the decision to approach him, i have no idea where it came from, but it was a unanimous one. "sure," he responded with a smile. "just get lost and we'll meet up in the parking lot, you can pay me then," he told us. and off we went giggling like a group of six-year-olds on christmas morning. it felt like we waited for a year in that parking lot. i remember how our stomachs dropped as the cop car drove past. josh wanted to run, the rest of us laughed. and then he found us. the exchange was made. and off we went. while trying to decide who's house to take the illegal contraband to josh opened one up in the back seat. i guess if we were gonna get busted for under-age consumption what was a little open container added to it? with youth comes courage and stupidity, both in large amounts. eventually we found ourselves at the best friend's house, sneaking the beer in through the basement window. not obvious in the slightest. then we drank. then we got drunk. very drunk. i remember mindo lighting the wrong end of her cigarette. someone puked in the sink in the basement. and someone else hovered above it while peeing in it. i remember laughing at both sights. i remember the best friend's dad having to drive mindo and josh home because we were all "too tired" to drive anyone anywhere. we felt like rockstars knowing that we got away with something big. that was until the best friend's dad got back and told us the next time we planned on getting drunk together in the basement, we should just make plans to stay over. yeah, we were smooth.