not even new year's yet
so I have been home in Indianapolis for the holidays, of course, seeing the family, all my siblings who are now scattered about the country, along with my parents, grandparents, and 50-odd cousins. as if that in and of itself doesn't leave enough rooms for knock-down drag out craziness, I had two of my best friends from college come down to visit for a few days over new years. I figured it would be great fun, a chance for old-fashioned binge drinking, meeting some boys maybe, and a drama-free weekend. holy shit, was I way off.
so the night before new years the three of us head out to the bars after some shots and champagne at home. We're out, having a good time, we even meet some pretty hot guys who buy all our drinks for the night (sweet!). the three of us girls and the hot guys all head to another club were things get a little crazy with the drinking and the dancing, but all in good fun ;) so it's 3:00 and last call so we decide to head to an after-bar at this place I know after we grab some food. so we're waiting in line and my friend D. realizes she left her jacket inside the bar, which is just across the street. so we wait for her to grab her jacket, but she doesn't come back. the guys had already left to meet us at the a-bar, so my friend J. and I are waiting for ten or fifteen before we start to freak out. we start checking all the bars and restaurants that are open up and down the street, but there is no sign of her anywhere. we try to call her cell, but realize she had handed it too us while waiting in line for food, so we have no way of getting hold of her, while she is lost in a city that she has never been to. it's now almost 4am and no sign of D., so I wave down a cop, who tells me I have to call the police, waving down a patrol car assigned to the neighborhood isn't good enough- what the fuck?! it's 25 degrees and I have to call the police and wait another 20 minutes for them to show up while you are driving circles around this neighborhood!!?!?- and now I have to call these hot-ass guys and tell them we aren't coming because our friend fucking disappeared. I was sooo mad.
usually in situations like this I am the one in control. the one who always knows what to do, who to call, and the one calming everyone else down. not so much here. I was pretty drunk, and I just lost it. And so this random-ass guy, "mr. concerned citizen", starts talking to us, all like "oh what's wrong, can I help you two ladies out with anything". we kept saying no, we're fine, the police are coming to help us, so really you don't have to stay here, so finally he left and the detective came. we got to sit in his warm car, even if we did look like two streetwalkers who just got collared for soliciting. and the officer help inject some humor into the situation, even if he didn't mean too, he was asking us all the normal questions, like D's description, DOB, etc, but then he said, "I don't mean to be crass, but does she have a thing for black men?" I had to stifle my laughter, not because the intent behind the question was laughable, but the way he asked, just like he was asking me if she had blue or brown eyes. and then mr. concerned citizen walks up, knocks on the widow of the squad car and asks "are you ladies alright?" ummm, yeah were in the back of a police car you dumb fuck. "you said you were taking a taxi home, do you want me to wait for you?" umm, no it's covered!! hello! he walks away and the cop asks us, "how long have you known this man, I'm like "5 minutes".
so we're up till 6 am looking for her, handing out my phone number and her description to convenience stores which are the only thing open at 5am on a saturday, and calling her brothers and anyone else she might have thought to call, but no luck. then at 8am I call her parents. that was a good fucking time. I almost killed her mother. then finally at like 10 am D. calls. the story is fuzzy but some guy pseudo-innocently took her to his house, and that's where she woke up. who fucking knows. atleast I could call the local news stations back and tell them we found her and we didn't have to be on tv.
fucking ridiculous I tell you.
so the night before new years the three of us head out to the bars after some shots and champagne at home. We're out, having a good time, we even meet some pretty hot guys who buy all our drinks for the night (sweet!). the three of us girls and the hot guys all head to another club were things get a little crazy with the drinking and the dancing, but all in good fun ;) so it's 3:00 and last call so we decide to head to an after-bar at this place I know after we grab some food. so we're waiting in line and my friend D. realizes she left her jacket inside the bar, which is just across the street. so we wait for her to grab her jacket, but she doesn't come back. the guys had already left to meet us at the a-bar, so my friend J. and I are waiting for ten or fifteen before we start to freak out. we start checking all the bars and restaurants that are open up and down the street, but there is no sign of her anywhere. we try to call her cell, but realize she had handed it too us while waiting in line for food, so we have no way of getting hold of her, while she is lost in a city that she has never been to. it's now almost 4am and no sign of D., so I wave down a cop, who tells me I have to call the police, waving down a patrol car assigned to the neighborhood isn't good enough- what the fuck?! it's 25 degrees and I have to call the police and wait another 20 minutes for them to show up while you are driving circles around this neighborhood!!?!?- and now I have to call these hot-ass guys and tell them we aren't coming because our friend fucking disappeared. I was sooo mad.
usually in situations like this I am the one in control. the one who always knows what to do, who to call, and the one calming everyone else down. not so much here. I was pretty drunk, and I just lost it. And so this random-ass guy, "mr. concerned citizen", starts talking to us, all like "oh what's wrong, can I help you two ladies out with anything". we kept saying no, we're fine, the police are coming to help us, so really you don't have to stay here, so finally he left and the detective came. we got to sit in his warm car, even if we did look like two streetwalkers who just got collared for soliciting. and the officer help inject some humor into the situation, even if he didn't mean too, he was asking us all the normal questions, like D's description, DOB, etc, but then he said, "I don't mean to be crass, but does she have a thing for black men?" I had to stifle my laughter, not because the intent behind the question was laughable, but the way he asked, just like he was asking me if she had blue or brown eyes. and then mr. concerned citizen walks up, knocks on the widow of the squad car and asks "are you ladies alright?" ummm, yeah were in the back of a police car you dumb fuck. "you said you were taking a taxi home, do you want me to wait for you?" umm, no it's covered!! hello! he walks away and the cop asks us, "how long have you known this man, I'm like "5 minutes".
so we're up till 6 am looking for her, handing out my phone number and her description to convenience stores which are the only thing open at 5am on a saturday, and calling her brothers and anyone else she might have thought to call, but no luck. then at 8am I call her parents. that was a good fucking time. I almost killed her mother. then finally at like 10 am D. calls. the story is fuzzy but some guy pseudo-innocently took her to his house, and that's where she woke up. who fucking knows. atleast I could call the local news stations back and tell them we found her and we didn't have to be on tv.
fucking ridiculous I tell you.
posted by Natalie at 3:49 PM
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