Last night!!

It was a normal Friday night last night. It was cold out I think the temperature was around thirty-three degrees. It was also raining which made it feel a lot more warmer. I made it home from work around 6:40. When I opened the front door to my apartment I was greeted by thick smoke traveling from our kitchen. My roommates were attempting to cook some type of expensive steak meal called fillet mignon along with mushrooms and mashed potatoes. The smell was horrible but they didn't let the aroma keep them from eating their meal. After this episode they pulled out the shot glasses and the party began. I went to take a shower and when I re-entered the living room my roommates eyes were glossy and their voices had elevated. I knew they were going out at this point so I asked were where they planning on going. Zodiac was front runner in the options for the night and about two hours and a whole bottle of brandy later my roommates were ready to head out! I stayed behind to wait for one of my homeboys. My homeboy made it to my apartment maybe thirty minutes after my roommates had left. We sat around just talking and watching the telly when all of a sudden one of my roommates came bursting through the front door. His hair was soak and wet as well as his clothes and shoes. He had his button-down oxford polo shirt open and he looked like he had just got done wrestling a small calf in a large ditch. My homeboy and I immediately asked what happened, we were expecting other roommates to come in directly behind him all in the same shape as him, and he responded to us by saying "I must be drunk." As it turned out my roommate had left the club and walked all the way back home in the rain. The rain was bad enough, but remember the temperature was around thirty-three degrees as well. My homeboy and I then proceeded to ask my roommate why he had chosen to walk home and all he could say was "I must be drunk!" Later on my other roommates came back home and I got their insight on the situation and they did not know why he left exactly either but all was well. The moral of the story is home-cooked fillet mignon and brandy prevent pneumonia!

Oh no...

I have been twenty years old now, since last Monday. So in other words my birthday was last Monday. My birthday was the highlight of last week, for me, up until two days later. It was on Thursday morning while I was in route to work, the same route that I take every morning to work, when I wrecked my truck! The accident happened on Lincoln Road. I was driving behind a Terminex truck, about a car and a half behind the truck, and I took my eyes off of the road to get my carmex out of my pocket. I must add that I consider myself a very courteous driver and I only took my eyes off the road, because I had the car and a half cushion. I didn't keep my eyes off the road long, only long enough to get my finger tips inside of my pocket. Before I could look up I had run into the rear end of the Terminex truck! I was soo shocked because I knew I had time enough to look away due to the space between the Terminex truck and I. I know Lincoln road like the back of my hand. There was not a stop light for about four blocks and no stop signs. The Terminex truck had stopped so suddenly because a car turned out in front of him and he reacted by slamming on brakes. The collision occurred so swiftly that I really didn't have time to react. After the contact with the rear end of the Terminex truck I got out to check on the other two people involved in the accident. Although my airbag was deployed I was not injured and neither was any of the other participants.