On the way to the party my friend's car hood opened up and THUD! We made our way (still going 80 mph) to the side of the freeway. Just one of those strechy rope deals with the hooks on the end (and jumping up and down on the hood a bunch of times) solved the problem.

We got to the party at 11 and stared at the line. She said "Yeah we're not waiting in that line, here hold these beers". It's amazing how security doesn't bug you when you look like you know what you're doing. All night long I kept doing this

random girl: so are you gonna drop?
me: *holds up guiness* no I'm covered.

(btw the place doesn't allow beers, oddly enough drugs seems to be fine)

At the end of the night we're wondering how we're going to get home with no gas.

After walking around for an hour asking for $, we got to put in this: