Post by Tensleep on Oct 16, 2007 0:00:07 GMT -5
God...I hate Standards. Seriously. By shifting, I hope you meant standard. Regardless, I will tell you all my story from the weekend.
Shadow decided he was dropping out of school and needed to come up here and share the news with me. So he shows up. Randomly. Which is typical, but hey. So it was an interesting experience taking him to class with me. Only problem was that both my roommates were gone, so they still think he doesn't exist - a rumor he encourages. Anyways...
Over the three days he was here, he was driving this really expensive looking standard silver thing. I don't know what it was because I hated it. Porsche or something foreign like that.
Saturday night we go out for dinner and then to my favorite bar afterward. It's a cowboy bar. (Chaps, Laura, Chaps! Everywhere!) So we're there and he decides drinking is fun. Well, I never learned to drive stick. My brother, the car guru, always drove the sticks. So I tell his royal stupidness not to get drunk. What's he do? Yeah, exactly. He was so drunk he couldn't find his keys for about ten minutes, even though they were in his only pocket.
So we're standing in the lot at two in the morning and I'm glaring at this stupid silver car like it's going to bite me. So Shadow says he'll just call us up a cab. I thought that was dumb since the car will be gone by the time he sobers up to go get it and he probably couldn't have dialed one if his life depended on it. About then I decide to go into the bar and see if my friend is still hanging around. She's DDing for the night and drives an automatic. So I asked if she knew how to drive stick and she asks why. So I explain about Shadow and his car and she nearly jumped on me. Apparently people like piece of shit fast cars. Who knew?
So long story short, I drove a Pontiac home, and Gina drove this silver thing with Shadow sitting beside her accusing her of eating me like some evil goblin. Poor thing, his head really hurt the next day and he had to get on a plane.
And the moral of the story: don't rent a car someone else can't drive for you when you're piss drunk. That or I need to learn how to drive a stick...nah, I like moral one.
Shadow decided he was dropping out of school and needed to come up here and share the news with me. So he shows up. Randomly. Which is typical, but hey. So it was an interesting experience taking him to class with me. Only problem was that both my roommates were gone, so they still think he doesn't exist - a rumor he encourages. Anyways...
Over the three days he was here, he was driving this really expensive looking standard silver thing. I don't know what it was because I hated it. Porsche or something foreign like that.
Saturday night we go out for dinner and then to my favorite bar afterward. It's a cowboy bar. (Chaps, Laura, Chaps! Everywhere!) So we're there and he decides drinking is fun. Well, I never learned to drive stick. My brother, the car guru, always drove the sticks. So I tell his royal stupidness not to get drunk. What's he do? Yeah, exactly. He was so drunk he couldn't find his keys for about ten minutes, even though they were in his only pocket.
So we're standing in the lot at two in the morning and I'm glaring at this stupid silver car like it's going to bite me. So Shadow says he'll just call us up a cab. I thought that was dumb since the car will be gone by the time he sobers up to go get it and he probably couldn't have dialed one if his life depended on it. About then I decide to go into the bar and see if my friend is still hanging around. She's DDing for the night and drives an automatic. So I asked if she knew how to drive stick and she asks why. So I explain about Shadow and his car and she nearly jumped on me. Apparently people like piece of shit fast cars. Who knew?
So long story short, I drove a Pontiac home, and Gina drove this silver thing with Shadow sitting beside her accusing her of eating me like some evil goblin. Poor thing, his head really hurt the next day and he had to get on a plane.
And the moral of the story: don't rent a car someone else can't drive for you when you're piss drunk. That or I need to learn how to drive a stick...nah, I like moral one.
