| "I'd love to kiss you but I've just washed my hair." |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|01:57 pm] |
Monday night I went to Amy's apartment, late, and three of us stayed up talking and drinking wine. Yes, in my day I was quite the wine skank. The balcony is where we were seated and I was barely in the conversation, mostly I was looking for spiders and what not since we were technically outdoors. I noticed a few of her neighbors balconies were adorned w/blankets, toys, shoes and a maybe a satellite dish here or there, apparently in the Brentwood apartment complex the balcony is considered a storage closet.
The group of kids down towards the end of the parking lot grabbed my attention as they walked closer and closer to where we were sitting and one of them broke off from the group to peek inside a small red sportscar.
"Um, I'm thinking that's not his car, what could he be doing?" I mumble out loud and I now have the attention of the gabbers next to me.
Amy immediately stands up to retreat inside, given our north omaha background, Misty and I stay outside to see what might happen next. As the group reaches the edge of the building the four of them start to spread out, since we're on the 3rd floor none of them seem notice us or they maybe think we're shoes and blankets. These guys are easily teenagers and the one of them has a towel around his neck, now I'm pretty sure he didn't just come from the gym so that tells me he's using the towel to break a few windows. Sure enough just a few seconds later about 15 feet away from us we hear glass break. Amy's already on the phone w/the cops and to put it politely, freaking out. I'm laughing and Misty's trying to spy on them from the balcony in case they took off. Soon I hear the helicopter and from the balcony we spot one the fleeing teenagers run up to Harrison St, now it's our job to keep an eye on the suspect from our vantage point, if only any of us had one of those walkie talkie things attached to our shoulders like the real cops do. (But later we come to find out the cops are actually Ralston police - not REAL cops - their only claim to fame is a meth bust here or there) The cruiser finally tracks down the kid walking Harrison St, like it was hard I would have picked him up faster in my Tahoe. The night died down after we talked to a few policeman and Amy's heart started beating at a normal rate, all of us laughed about it the next day while eating ice cream.
Today Lee brought up the movie idea again to me and her friend Jim, I've been told by Lee that Jim only goes to see African American movies in the theater and since there are no Barbershop movies playing right now we're planning on seeing Hustle and Flow. And once again a Korean, a black man, and a lesbian walk into a movie theater... |
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