Mexican Mischief Gives the Boot to Students

This is the story of a high school boy, Marcus, who had an interesting spring break when he went to visit his friend Sarah at university. Now seeing as Sarah went to an all girls college across the street from a university, Marcus needed a place to stay. Being too young himself, he enlisted Sarah to rent a motel room for him. Immediately, Marcus and Sarah start the wheels turning in their heads. The motel room would become the party room for the weekend. Now this was in a time and world where they rented motel rooms you could smoke within. Unfortunately, they were stuck in the room that shares a wall with the front desk. No major problem they figured, just make it a small-ish, quiet-ish, gathering. The plan is set and the guest list is set-ish. Showtime, eight people in Marcus' car built for five on a good day. Another vehicle follows loaded as well with people, and booze. The 14-ish people flocked into the motel room for a night of LOUD EXCITING FUN TIMES!. But wait, the phone rings. Front desk checking on the noise level in the room. The phone is hung up and Marcus' makes his way through the smoke filled room to the flip cup table. First time playing flip cup for him, just a sweet, little sophomore with the fun college kids. RING..RING, noise level is higher and it is apparently past late hours (11:00pm). Everyone gets as quiet as they can for each person having pounded back close to a six pack of beer. Things escalate to a game of never have I ever. RING..RING, noise level is still higher, and we will be asked to leave if it does not stop. The night ends on that note, and the next day Marcus asks to switch to a non-smoking room to get away from sharing that cursed wall. A day on campus, and then motel shenanigans start again. Pulling into the parking lot there is a party of Mexicans (people originating from south of the US to be politically correct) carrying on as if it is Cinco De Mayo. The two cars of people once again enter the motel, and before even the beer can come in the room, the office is calling to complain of noise levels that are going to be dealt with by the law if it didn't stop. They didn't believe it was a Mexican celebration right out front of their doors. Did you know you can't fit 14-ish people in a motel bathroom with cops about to knock the front door down? All decked out in their best, they asked if anyone had been drinking, to which someone replied, "not here". They asked again and were told drinking may have happened elsewhere, but not at the hotel. It was at this point that the police said the motel was asking us to leave. After Marcus pled his case to retrieve his phone deposit at the front desk, everyone departed. Alas, abandoned in a small town with no where to go, Marcus and Amanda still carried on and partied on campus and were actually chased by a large Mexican at a dorm kegger across campus before finding Marcus a place to sleep for the night. All ended well that started well-ish...with some Maker's Mark, provided by the fine men putting Marcus' up for the night.

Not All is Lost on a Wasted Night

John and Pat were crazy. They live for the party. If nothing interesting happens, then it was probably a waste of the night. A band was in town that John and Pat enjoyed. We will call the band Nickelback, for lack of a worse word. In actuality, let's just say the band. Every good concert has a pre-show that was carried out by John bringing a litre of Mohawk Vodka, berry flavor, over to Pat's. As they drank and spoke of times yonder, the vodka disappeared. The bottle was there, but only a brief amount remained in it. Their pre-show turned into missing the actual pre-show of a guy playing accordion, who knows? With the last bit of vodka they filled an empty plastic water bottle and headed for the streets. Walking up hill to the venue, they were glad they had fluids to replenish the energy it was taking to get to the show. In they went, hyped and excited to see the band again. They found their seats and a few moments later almost everyone was standing. Apparently, John took the cue to mean fall flat on your face. Pat lifted John, but John could no longer use his feet and legs for support. He decided to kiss the floor again. A nice man who had broken John's fall offered to help carry him outside. John, unaware he had left the show, was now trying to stand outside the venue and find the music. Another man came over to John, but this man was not nearly as nice as the one inside. He wore blue and carried a sidearm. His voice commanding over the air said, "so what are you going to do about this?" John, unaware that the question was being directed at Pat, decided it was a good time to clear his stomach on the sidewalk in front of the firm gentlemen. Pat assured him someone was coming to pick them up. After clearing his stomach, John laid there until his stomach decided it needed clearing again. The man was no longer patient and repeated his question as to what was going to happen. Just then a white chariot/car/tempo pulled up, and with Pat's "encouragement", John managed to crawl/walkish to the car and be shoved inside. John's savior, Amanda, was Pat's girlfriend who came to pick them up. After a pleasant conversation in the vehicle, the three of them arrived back at Pat's. John, in his stupor, fell to the floor and rested his head on a pile of dirty clothes to sleep the night away. In the morning, John awoke to find Pat in his bed sleeping away, so he sneaked out and went off into the wild. John felt bad that he had made Pat miss the concert and intended to pay him back. The next time the two met, they laughed about their time and all was well. Pat even shared that he had relations with Amanda on the bed as John lay passed out below them on the floor. John no longer felt so bad about the situation regarding Pat's ticket. He even went further and convinced himself that actually, he had done a good thing for Pat that night. Pat got some action, and considering John was on the floor for it, they made the ticket thing a wash. They enjoy each other's company to this day and still drink spirits and rejoice of other times they drank spirits and and rejoiced.  

Where and When Was the Ride?

It had just opened. A new roller coaster like none before...except the year before that...and the year before that. This one, however, was only three hours away, two if you drive correctly. A group of adventurers set out the night before to stay in a hotel by the park. The group consisting of Abbott, Shawn, Tony, Nate, and Nicole tried to squeeze into the two beds, but alas Shawn slept on the floor. Morning came quickly and they had to make it early to the park. No time for the included continental breakfast. They had planned ahead of time and made a beautiful 9x9 pan of chocolate brownies. An odor, strange yet familiar, made them all the more delicious. The pan had to be divided, trying best as they could to create 5 equal brownies. After breakfast, it was time to hit the road to the park. To honor the park, a sacrifice of a communal smoke in the parking lot took place. Then some happy tablets appeared from the pockets of Nate. They all agreed to take one, but in the end it was two for each. A mad, crookedly taken run was made to the ride they had sought out. The very end of the line was the arrival point. From there our adventurers toured the line back and forth through the queue. They joked and laughed, then were content, and at many times had clouded minds of where they were. Finally, they made it to the front of the ride. It was going to be exciting. They took their positions and took a deep breath, this is what they had waited for......Nate looked up from the bar with his beer. Beer at an amusement park, what a concept! He chugged it down and met outside with the rest, who were sitting at a bench. They stared at one another all knowing what the other was thinking. They each remember getting on the ride, but that was it. Some memory taking force had collected his toll at the entry to the ride. To this day, the adventurers remember everything from that trip, everything but the ride they so desperately wanted to experience.

This Last Wine Left a Bad Aftertaste

It had been a glorious and wonderful evening at work. A boy, let's say Charles, was given a box of wine to take back to his place . He took that box to his home so fast, and along with him came his friends and girl (Lisa). There a group of them gathered around a Playstation 2 connected to a game called Guitar Hero 2. Enjoying the freedom from work, games and activities of leisure abounded them in a dizzying trance. When all of a sudden a "pound", "pound", "BAM" noise arose from the front of the house. The door had been slammed in and with it a five foot nothing little mexican lad came anxiously into the house. Yes, he had been playing in the snow, and his energy levels were through the roof. The snow had not quite melted from under his nose. Pouncing around he came for Lisa, a girl he considered his own. As the excitement climbed, Charles lept to his feet and went to play outside with the lad. Like two young pals playing, they threw each other back and forth on the porch, until Charles threw the visiting lad over the porch rail. The lad in excitement jumped up and announced he had a present for Charles in his car. Jumping at the chance to return the favor, he bolted up stairs and down he came, shotgun and all. Realizing it was too great of a gift, it was returned to the closet for another time. Then at the window a "tink", then another "tink". We swept away the curtains and there was the lad, with bow and arrow. Arrows of holiday joy traveled straight towards a head, only to hear another "tink" as the window put a stop to that. With arms of joy and happiness they rushed outside to give thanks for the visit, but alas he had returned to his car already. He left in a rush, without a good bye. Although he did give a nice kiss from his car's bumper to another car outside. Later some gentlemen in blue came to hear our great tale. They left us with a detailed account on paper, then dashed to find the good lad, before the night was over. The group relaxed and unwound, it had been a great night.