Sunday, April 19, 2009

saturday night

yesterday, taylor and i went to good records on greenville avenue for their 9th birthday party. when we got there, i was so intimidated by all the cool ass people it was ridiculous. i thought it would be a good idea. you know, get our of the house, socialize. but we didn't know anyone there so it was kind of awkward just talking to each other. so we left, and around 11:30 we weren't doing anything but watching amityville horror in my bed and we think, "hey, that party is going on until 2:00 AM, we should go back." but of course we didn't want to go by ourselves again. so i hit up preston and he says he'll go, but he doesn't have his car so we have to go pick him up at his house, which is 20 minutes in the opposite direction. so we get there at about 12:45 and there's barely anyone there. huge disappointment. but preston immediately sees this guy he knows from his history class(who is gorgeous) and goes to talk to him. and then the gorgeous guy's creepy friend talks to me and taylor the whole time. so we stand outside good records and talk and talk and talk and every once in a while someone stops us to ask if they can have a ride, or where something is, or why there is a big stage in the parking lot of good records.

so eventually we walk across the street to taco cabana because the boys are hungry. and we see this guy sitting in a chair totally passed out. this cop goes up to him and hits his arm a couple times and he won't wake up, so he gets another officer to help pick him and arrest him. and immediately after that, a group of very loud, obnoxious, and obviously drunk young adults come barging in the doors, and the police don't do shit. i'd rather have 10 of the sleeping guys behind me than all of those assholes who were screaming in my ear and falling everywhere.

we go outside and the boys eat, and they creepy friend is talking about his job, which he explained earlier when i wasn't paying attention, but instead staring at the cute boy and wondering what he's doing taking to preston. it turns out the guy does something with filming. commercials and shows and such, and he knows chace crawford. what the hell!? we all knew chace grew up in dallas and his dad actually works in plano, but no one actually knows the guy, but the creepy boy does! it takes me a while to believe him and he says how he even has his phone number, so he pulls out his phone and goes to a contact listed as "chace c." that has a 310 area code and is obviously his number, because no one spells chace like that. so i start memorizing the first 6 number and he realizes what i'm doing and freaks out and takes the phone away. when we leave, taylor says "oh my god. i have chace crawford's phone number." WHAT!? it turns out she memorized it very quickly. so now we have his phone number. but what to do with it? there's no way to go about contacting him without him thinking we're total creeps. which i guess is the truth. successful night.

1 comment:

  1. hey! I wish I knew you were there haylee!! I was there for a while! would have been cool to see ya cookie! ;)

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