Post by TBELL on Nov 3, 2008 15:33:06 GMT -6
So I have a story from Halloween night that is too good not to share with you all.
I had been invited to a party at my friends’ house on 50th St in Des Moines. I had never been there before and called to get directions. After obtaining the directions, instructions to pick up some Tostitos chips from a local Quicky Mart, and a few choice expletives shouted at me for being late, I hang up the phone and proceed to the party. It was described to me on the phone as just up 50th St, on the left side of the road, several vehicles in the driveway and parked on the street, and lighted skulls in the front yard.
At about 9:15, I park my car, get out and walk up to the house. Using the side door, I walk in like I own the place. In the kitchen, I encounter two unfamiliar people who exclaim “Oooo Chips!!” Ok, this must be the right place; I need to go find Jon or Grant now. I put the chips on the counter in the kitchen and walk into the dining room where there are several people gathered. After a quick glance at all their faces, I realize I don’t know any of them. No big issue, I didn’t figure I would know that many people anyway. One nice stranger says “Hi” and I returned the favor. I walked through the party and through two other rooms in search of Jon and Grant, or their wives.
As a walk through the house, I’m checking things out. Man, Jon and Tracy have a nice place, a REALLY nice TV, and some kick ass music playing. The blond chick in the other room was hot, I wondered if she was single. As I reach what seemed to be the end of the house, I cannot locate Jon, Grant, Tracy or Jess. I peer out a window and look in the garage, no one outside. It was at this moment, sheer panic set in!
I could hear my heartbeat increasing and I started sweating! There was a reason I didn’t know anyone in the house, I WAS AT THE WRONG FUCKING PARTY!!!
Of course there was no back door or side door in the rooms I was in, so I had to walk back through the room where everyone was gathered. As I make the “walk of shame” a couple people take a good hard look at me, like they are trying to figure out who the goofy bastard wondering through their house is. Now, the dilemma…do I grab the Tostitos and run out of there like Lolo running for a gold medal, or do I abandon the chips and calmly make my exit, with very little dignity intact? After quickly thinking over my options, and knowing I would most likely trip and fall if I tried to run, I abandon the chips and calmly walk out the same door in which I had entered only minutes earlier. I walked to my car, without looking back, and proceeded to the CORRECT party.
The only words said to me the whole time I was in this house were the ooooo chips and Hi…no one bothered to question who I was or why I was at their party. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall after I walked out, just to see what the people in this house were saying!
Oh, and I was stone sober, not a drop to drink at this point!
I had been invited to a party at my friends’ house on 50th St in Des Moines. I had never been there before and called to get directions. After obtaining the directions, instructions to pick up some Tostitos chips from a local Quicky Mart, and a few choice expletives shouted at me for being late, I hang up the phone and proceed to the party. It was described to me on the phone as just up 50th St, on the left side of the road, several vehicles in the driveway and parked on the street, and lighted skulls in the front yard.
At about 9:15, I park my car, get out and walk up to the house. Using the side door, I walk in like I own the place. In the kitchen, I encounter two unfamiliar people who exclaim “Oooo Chips!!” Ok, this must be the right place; I need to go find Jon or Grant now. I put the chips on the counter in the kitchen and walk into the dining room where there are several people gathered. After a quick glance at all their faces, I realize I don’t know any of them. No big issue, I didn’t figure I would know that many people anyway. One nice stranger says “Hi” and I returned the favor. I walked through the party and through two other rooms in search of Jon and Grant, or their wives.
As a walk through the house, I’m checking things out. Man, Jon and Tracy have a nice place, a REALLY nice TV, and some kick ass music playing. The blond chick in the other room was hot, I wondered if she was single. As I reach what seemed to be the end of the house, I cannot locate Jon, Grant, Tracy or Jess. I peer out a window and look in the garage, no one outside. It was at this moment, sheer panic set in!
I could hear my heartbeat increasing and I started sweating! There was a reason I didn’t know anyone in the house, I WAS AT THE WRONG FUCKING PARTY!!!
Of course there was no back door or side door in the rooms I was in, so I had to walk back through the room where everyone was gathered. As I make the “walk of shame” a couple people take a good hard look at me, like they are trying to figure out who the goofy bastard wondering through their house is. Now, the dilemma…do I grab the Tostitos and run out of there like Lolo running for a gold medal, or do I abandon the chips and calmly make my exit, with very little dignity intact? After quickly thinking over my options, and knowing I would most likely trip and fall if I tried to run, I abandon the chips and calmly walk out the same door in which I had entered only minutes earlier. I walked to my car, without looking back, and proceeded to the CORRECT party.
The only words said to me the whole time I was in this house were the ooooo chips and Hi…no one bothered to question who I was or why I was at their party. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall after I walked out, just to see what the people in this house were saying!
Oh, and I was stone sober, not a drop to drink at this point!