Shitty First Draft

Chico State

It was 9 o’clock on a Friday night in the middle of May, and a few friends and I were sitting in a Burger King parking lot trying to think of something to do. A couple ideas were thrown out there but just as quickly tossed out. Then I remembered our friend Mike was attending Chico State. I figured we hadn’t seen him in a while and Chico is suppose to be the party town, so why not? I mentioned it and after some deliberation, we were on our way to Chico State!

We stopped off at a gas station to get a few snacks and some energy drinks to start our little adventure. About an hour into the trip we get lost, which was inevitable since there were four people in the car and none of us knew exactly how to get there. We drove around like lost puppies for a while and finally got back on track. Two and a half hours of bad alignment and ten energy drinks later we found the college. Now it was just a game of “Where’s Waldo”. We still had to find Mike and a place to park.

After some minor delays, it was time to have a little fun. We walked around for a few minutes watching the aftermath of party central before we bumped into a group of Mike’s friends. There were a lot of pointless introductions because once you meet one person you already forgot the name of the girl you just met. We walked up to a circle of benches and out of now where a guy brings out this glass vase-like object with hoses coming out of it. I looked over at my friend with a confused look, she smiled and a girl behind me yelled, “HOOKAH!!!” I had heard of hookah but I’d never seen one or done it obviously. It finally gets to me, I take a hit, and I immediately fall in love. It was like cotton candy with out the mess. We spent about an hour at the benches telling jokes and getting high off each others energy. Slowly but surely our mob of people started to break apart. So we decided it was time to change the scenery ourselves. Mike took us on a little tour of Chico, so we walked down Main Street. He showed us all the little shops and diners and ended up in town square. We ran into a couple homeless folks along the way and had some rather bizarre conversations with them. Eventually we sat down and began our own conversations. Then at some point Mike and I got up and began to wrestle in the grass, and of course with my luck a cop drives by. So he’s flashing his flashlight at us, asking us what we’re doing, the usual. (But who could blame him, if it was five in the morning and you saw a guy and a girl fighting wouldn’t you pull over?) We explain ourselves and he brushes it off and goes on his way. Mean while, all of our friends are standing behind the two of us laughing like a pack of hyenas. We decide it’s time to move on, and walk a little further and end up back at the car. By this time it’s almost seven in the morning and we figure we’ve stayed long enough. So we say our good byes and get directions back home.

The sun is starting to come up and my friends Sal and Colton are already passed out in the back seat by the time we get out of the parking lot. We get about an hour away from home and I’, fighting to stay awake to make sure my friend Britny stays awake because she’s driving. I have the head nods going and she’s having caffeine spins from all of the energy drinks, but we finally make it in the drive way. She and I don’t even bother to wake up the two guys in the back seat. I made it to the couch and I was down for the count.

There’s nothing like a spontaneous road trip with a few good friends. Since then we have had many more, but I must say our trip to Chico State is by far our best one yet.