The Craziest Night Of My Life

This happened a year ago on Halloween. I changed the names of my friends and those involved. Sorry the story is so long, but a LOT of crazy shit happened

It was a Friday, and school let out at 1:30. Peter, Dylan, and I walk down the street to a Safeway (grocery store) and chill out in front of it for two hours. During this time, we buy a pack of cigs and just sat there smoking them, thinking of what to do. We decide that we REALLY wanted to get drunk, so we walk almost 3 miles uphill to a park where we know a lot of bums hang out, so we figure we'll ask one of them to buy us the booze at a nearby liquor store

When we arrive, we're shocked to find that not a single bum is around. After 20 minutes of searching, we were about to give up when we eventually find one who was willing to buy us the alcohol (we had $40). We tell him to go into the store and get it while we sit in the park waiting. While we're waiting, this older kid (probably 20) walks by us and asks what we were up to. We told him our plan, and he tells us about this kickass party going on up in the rich part of town that night. We get excited and decide we have to hit this party. Eventually, the bum comes back with our booze (a big container of Seagull Vodka and a 12 pack of Widmer Hefeweizen) and we give him a few cigs, a beer, and $5. The guy we met, Mike, leaves but gives us his number so we can meet up with him later.

Peter, Dylan, and I walk down to a secluded trail over by Dylan's house and drink a few beers. At this point it's almost 6:00 and the party doesn't start for a few hours, so Dylan lets us hang at his house. We watch TV for 15 minutes when Mike calls us and tells us to meet him. We walk over and meet up with him in the historic part of town. We really want to take some shots of our vodka, so we go to the only semi-chill spot around, the old cemetery. We sit down on the grave of a guy named "Curtin" and take shots and bullshit around for an hour. We see some kids that Dylan and Mike know, and they come hang with us. I find out one of them is a dealer, so I get his number. They then dip, so it's still just me, Mike, Dylan, and Peter

The party is starting soon, but we have absolutely no ride up there, and to top everything off it had started raining. We scrape together $30 and call a cab, and he comes to pick us up. On the ride up, Dylan whips out the vodka and yells "HERE'S TO UNDERAGE DRINKING!!!" and takes a swig. I give him a nasty look and he puts it away, although the driver doesn't seem to mind. Mike takes out an ecstacy pill and puts it on his tongue, but we hit a big bump in the road and the pill goes flying. We spent 15 minutes looking for it before giving up.

When our fare hit $30, we realized we weren't close to the party at all (a good 5 miles away, maybe). The driver was nice enough to drive us until the fare hit $35, and then made us leave. We were dropped off at the base of this huge hill by a busy street, so we tried hitchhiking. When no one stopped, we actually started running INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET to force cars to stop. No one would give us ride, still.

Dylan decides to pee in some bushes real quick while we stand there with our thumbs up, still trying to hitchhike. A guy in a pickup truck pulls over and lets us jump in the back. Unfortunately, before we could tell him to wait for our friend, he starts driving off! I look back and see Dylan running after the truck, but the guy won't stop. So now Dylan is all alone, in the rain, in an area of town no one in our group has been to, and on top of everything, HE WAS THE ONE WHO HAD ALL OF THE BOOZE ON HIM (and he was the only one in the group without a cell phone)

The truck driver drops us off at the entrance to the neighborhood, and we start walking towards where the party is. After walking 15 minutes, we hear something strange. Off towards where the party is (about a half mile away) we faintly hear someone yell "GET ON THE GROUND NOW!!!" and a bunch of screaming. Right at this moment, I see the boyfriend of one of my female friends driving towards us. He stops and asks us if we're going to the party, we said we were, and he tells us to quickly get in the car. We do and he speeds off

He and his passenger are tripping NUTS off of liquid shrooms. They tell us they were at the party when the cops showed up, but they were able to bail before they could get arrested.

We tell them what happened to Dylan, so they drive up and down the street where we had lost him, but we can't find him. Worried about our friend but with no options left, we decide to drive back to town. We stop behind a Target and smoke some cigarettes when a car full of girls bumping to some rap drive up. Me and Mike drunkenly walk over to the girls and start hitting on them. A few of the girls were blazed, but didn't have any bud left so we were bummed out about that. Eventually they leave, but while we were talking to them, our driver finds out how we could get some free vodka, so we drive over to where we need to be.

While we're waiting, a car full of other kids we know pulls up. We hang with them for a bit before the kid with the vodka calls and says we need to meet him somewhere else. Our driver, his passenger, and Mike leave to go get it while me and Peter stay so we can talk with the other guys. One of the kids asks us if we smoke, we say we do, and he tells us he has a joint we can smoke with them (there were three of them). We go around back into this alley and spark up. Peter decides he doesn't want to hit it. Since I only smoked once a week back then, that joint had me flying. So now I'm crossed as a motherfucker

We go back out front to wait on the other guys, and we notice that the cops are out in full force. It seemed that every couple of minutes, we'd see a cruiser go by. This was sketchy as hell for us, seeing as we were all drunk, high, or both. The other kids eventually come back, and the driver rolls down his window and says "Dude, cops are all over the fucking place. We need to dip now." I comply without thinking twice about it

The driver eventually drops me off at my place. At this point it's a little past midnight. I decided that I had enough fun for one night, so I go to my room and fall asleep in my bed

TL;DR: Got drunk, tried to go to a party, lost my friend, cops rolled the party, dipped, got high, went home and fell asleep

 

This is a very strict town when it comes to that type of stuff, since it's rich, white, and there are a lot of drugs around (people always bring crack and heroin up from Sacramento). Cops are always out in full force on Halloween here

We didn't start doing most of our drinking until around 7:30-8:00 when it started raining, and we were in a cemetery so there weren't any houses around. It was cloudy as a bitch the entire day and everyone knew it was going to rain, so most of the trick-or-treat crowd has thinned out by about 7:00. As for the neighborhood we got to, we arrived at around 10:00 in the pouring rain so nobody was outside anymore

 

He told me that he walked around aimlessly and somehow ended up on the highway. He tried hitchhiking, but that didn't work, so he went into a ditch, drank the rest of the booze, and passed out for an hour. When he woke up, he kept walking for two hours and found a gas station. This chick was buying a pack when he walked in, and he asked for for one. She gave him one, and said she had some leftover weed in her car. They both smoked it, then he went back into the gas station. The guy said that he'd drive my friend home once he got off at 6:30 AM, so he just let my friend chill in the gas station for a few hours. My friend finally got home at 7:00 in the morning (we first lost him at 9:00 the previous night)

I didn't know they existed either before the guy told me he was tripping off of them. I don't know how they work at all, so I'm the wrong guy to ask.

Here's a link I found about them on Google: deoxy.wiki : Mushrooms/Alkaloid Extraction

That's odd to me. No matter where I've lived, cops are always more active on days live Halloween where kids are expected to be out and doing illegal stuff. This town is notorious for drug use, even though it's incredibly conservative

 

I was drunk, believe me, but I wasn't so drunk that everything was a blur. I tried to control myself somewhat, because IMO a hangover is the worst feeling in the world.

Besides, with a night like that, you try to remember as much about it as possible so you can bring it up later on

Yeah, I think "full force" was a bit of an exaggeration. Let's just say that it's the largest number of cops I've ever seen rolling around here before