Shitty Night

It started out good. We heard that there was gonna be this big ass party in town because of St. Patty's day. So I go over to a friend's house and we're all just chilling (like ten of us). We smoked a few bowls, a big ass blunt full of nug, and we have a lot of alcohol. We decide that we're gonna go to this party. We know the people, we know who they are and shit, but we never party or hang out with any of them.

So we drive like three miles to this party. There's like a fucking convoy of us. Ten cars just flying down these back roads. We finally get there and any idiot could tell what was going on. Cars are lined all along the road outside of the house. We get inside and just get wasted off our own alcohol (our own because I couldn't find anybody else's. There was hardly any beer, fuckers).

20 minutes later the owner of the house is like yo, everybody get away from the windows and turn off the lights. the cops are outside. total fucking buzz kill. everybody just starts shitting their pants because it's a 18-21 party, so the majority are underage. so we get this plan... the only sober person drives around the block and calls us to tell us that they didn't see any cops.

So my friends and I are like fuck this party, this party fucking sucks. Let's grab the drinks and let's go back to our house and have our own party. Fuck this cop bullshit. We're out. So we start walking down the driveway to our cars. It's pitch black. I can't see anything except a bunch of people in front of me. All of a sudden this bright light, less than five feet away, shines on us and I hear people asking who has the light. Then a split second I see people turn around and just sprint back to the house and I hear people yelling "COPS! RUN FOR IT! RUN!! BACK IN THE HOUSE!" so I just ran as fast as I could passing up everybody. Ran right back inside and to the other end of the house.

Anyway, a couple people got busted because they couldn't make it back inside. The cops called the owner of the house and said "we know whats going on, so nobody leaves or we'll arrest them. Just keep the music down." and they patrolled the road outside until 6 am. A bunch of my friends ran outside and walked home. I stayed and just crashed on this nice ass leather couch.

The party was lame. I wanted to leave. People I don't like and no alcohol. Fuck that shit. That was a damn close call. That would've been my third underage.