Recounting the Events of the Night

That's Amber, Jason, and myself last Friday. The band was called 80'z Enough, be the way. They really were good. We danced most of the night away and downed the drinks. Well, I downed two drinks, they downed several. Since that night I have discovered that we drank, and dialed. We called a few people out of our phones individually and then woke people up well after midnight to pass the phone around and try to get more people to hang with us. When we were leaving club one to go to club two, we actually did run into a friend that we had convinced to come out and hang walking up to the steps, hugged him and said we'd catch him later. .

Leaving him there in the rain to wonder, wtf just happened? At the next club we get out of the car and somehow my brother is showing off his boxers to Amber in the parking lot. The next thing I know, there is some big ass dude offering my brother $20 for his Christmas Scooby-Doo boxers. He declines, though respectfully, as none of us are quite sure if the guy wanted a pair of used boxers because he's a nut-job or if he wanted to see my brother strip down in a parking lot. Neither option was particularly inviting. We go into the bar and it's more dead than fish in a jar.

So we go on to iHop. When pulling up to the iHop, I roll up on the curb and there's a loud noise, but the radio is so loud that we're not sure what it was or where it came from. While we're sitting at the booth, our waiter comes up to get our drink order. His nametag says SAIDE -pronounced "Sy-EEd." He takes off to get us some beverages and Amber says, what was that guy's name? What was on his name tag? "Said"?? To which my brother and I just laughed at her. We ate, we took Amber home and then went back to my house, where my brother was staying instead of with my folks while in town.

The next morning he and I ventured out for some last minute gifts and there was this horrible noise coming from my car! It was running fine, but the noise was just cause to stop the vehicle and take a better look. Now, I must say, I have gone out to my car on Saturdays and found some pretty strange things inside the car. Bottles, beef jerky, smokes, gift wrapping bows, a straw hat, a baby car seat, other peoples' coats and shoes, etc. etc. etc. But nothing has ever happened to the outside of the car. We discovered that when I had rolled up on that curb, I had actually dislodged the splash guard from the bottom of my car. It had been scraping the ground and my front tires the entire way to Amber's house, from Amber's house and to thus point in our travel. The car's fine, by the way. And it was a great night. We had good, clean fun, isn't that worth it?