Ok so this is my first time here and my first online entry. I must warn you that my life is full of drama so you may get caught up in the whirl wind of my diary. Let me recap what happened over the weekend to bring you up to date:
Friday - December 10th
I sometimes perform "Secret Shops" for various resturants and on this day I had to do perform one at a TGI Friday's with another person. On this trip I took my fabulously gay pal, Jerry. Jerry is my cuban friend who is from Mobile, AL & Louisianna. Imagine, a cuban with the most southern red neck accent you have ever heard! Anyway, he's another story... On our way as I am driving onto the highway ramp, rounding the corner at 65 M.P.H. and I see some road kill in the road. Jokingly I say, "Oh look, Poodle-Pot-Pie!" Then suddenly out of no where this huge cat comes running across the highway and I run it over! Me! Now I am the B~I~G~G~E~S~T can fan EVER so this was not at all intentional. So Jerry screams at the top of his lungs like a little girl and I'm shaking cause now my nerves are now shot. This was just the begining of a long night of strange events.
After we kill the cat we do the TGI Friday shop, which by the way, our server failed! He has probably since then been fired. Later that night, my fiance and I along with a group of our friends are headed out to Ybor. Ybor is a strip in Tampa very similar to that of Bourbon Street. An entire street (7th Ave.) lined of clubs and bars. There is this club called Level III that I have been dying to try on Friday night becuase they play Spanish Reggae which we just love. It's a Puerto Rican thing for those who don't know what Reggaeton is. At about 2:30, 30 min. before the club is set to close, my friend Tania and I notice this very heated girl and say to eachother, "She's about to fight." Not 5 min later a fight breaks out involved a couple of girls. Now normally fights are broken up pretty quickly, but not this time. After about 5 min. the lights came on and the DJ told them that if they wanted to fight to take it outside. Then the whole club started chanting, "Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out!" Some bouncers came upstairs but didn't really do much to break it up. That's when a beer bottle goes flying past my head (good thing I'm a shortie) and crashes into the wall behind me. Some pieces hit me but I'm not hurt. I guess this was a subliminal message for the entire club to break out into an old western brawl. The bouncers are getting beaten up, the fire alarm is pulled and we have to find a way out of club without getting malled. When we do finally make it into the street all of the other clubs are starting to let out too and everyone wants to watch the fight and know what is going on so there forms a crowd just outside. When we finally make our way through the people and to the parking lot we sit and talk for a moment. Saying our good-byes about to part ways with our friends, a dark Nissan pulls up into our group practically running us over. This guy yells at us to get out of the road, which we weren't. Next thing I know, 6 black guys jump out of this car and attack us! So I get into my car and I have decided that I'm going to run them over and I yell to my friend Riza to move out of the way so I don't run her over in the process as well. She conviences me that I should calm down unless I want to go to jail for murder. So instead, I grab my bat and pass it on while I call the police on the phone. I very inconspicuously go behind their car and give the police the tag number. After they have decided enough was enough they flee before the cops could get to the scene. One friend has a broken nose, one a broken thumb, another a swollen eye from which he cannot see. Well, although the police were of absolutly no help at all, we do have friends who work at the DMV and police force and we have their address as well as personal information of the owner of the vehicle. :o) We'll see who laughs last....
So originally we were supposed to go out Saturday night too, but figured we shouldn't push our luck and decide on a nice house party instead which was great! How was your weekend??
12:05 p.m. - 2004-12-15
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