Monday, August 1, 2011

Stroll Around Town

This was during the gingerbread fiasco. In fact- I will call him Gingerbread.

One night, I was studying for an exam or something and up really late. Gingerbread was always up late, something to compare to an owl at times. I needed a study break and he needed, well, anything to do because he was an owl.

I was a resident advisor at my college (a cool one, I swear!) and this was one of my night's off duty. During the summer, I had taken classes but lived off campus in a really awesome house in the historic part of town. (Historic part of town basically means everything is really old but you deal with it because you can walk to all the bars and to campus all within 5 minutes)

I decided to give Gingerbread a midnight tour of where I used to live. Once again, this is a really safe town. Midnight adventures were pretty normal here.

We start walking. First we went to the bay front to see if there were any dolphins, passed the city landmark and then to my old street. How I loved that street. So many memories...

But let's not go to the memories too soon. Later stories.

Back to what I thought was a safe town. About 1/3 of the way down, a random car slowly passes us and throws a water balloon out which busted at my feet. Great.

It gets better.

We are walking on my old street, almost at my old house, and three drunk dudes are walking towards us. The bars used to close at one here, so either they were trying to hit the bars before last call or were lost.

One of the guys looks at Gingerbread and says "Your boyfriend is a girl."

Gingerbreads response "You would know since you tried to kiss me last night."

WHAT?!?!

Of course none of this is true, girl or kissing part.

Two steps later I say, "That was not very smart, Gingerbread."

Three steps after I say that we hear drunk running behind us.

THE GUYS ARE TRYING TO CHASE US!

We sprint around the corner, outrunning these drunks guys, and find a pretty good sized tree with lots of shadows to hide us. (Stevie trained me in the art of hiding in shadows)

As we are hiding in someone's front yard for about ten minutes, all Gingerbread could say to me was "I am sooooo sorry. Sooooo sorry."

We never made it to my old house.