Who: Roommate #3, Friend, and me
What: Walking Friend back to her dorm room (her building is approximately 500 feet away from mine, but there are two fairly prominent clubs in between)
Where: My City
When: 1 a.m., Saturday night
Why: RM#3 and I always walk her back when it's late just for "safety in numbers" purposes
The scene: It's a dark and rainy night. As we get downstairs and start to walk outside, we notice flashing lights everywhere. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight police cars. AND a police hold-em vehicle--you know, the one with the metal gate in the back for people having to go to jail.
What happened: We get outside and there are people EVERYWHERE. It's obvious something has happened at one of the clubs. There are also police everywhere. A guy in handcuffs is being put in the back of the hold-em vehicle. We hurry as fast as we can through the crowd of inebriated people and drop Friend off. As RM#3 and I turn to go back to our dorm, we run into two very drunk men, arms around each other.
"Hey. HEY," says one.
"Whaddya wanna do? Whaddya wanna do?" says the other.
"Let's go get some THIGARETTES. Yeah, THIGARETTS," says the first. And then they laugh rather maniacally.
About 100 feet further, a stocky, short guy jumps out at RM#3 and I.
"HEY YOU," he says to us. "YOU CAN HELP ME. YOU SAW THAT MAN ON MY BACK!"
Uhhhhhhhh...no, actually, we didn't. We continue on.
All of a sudden, just steps away from the door to get into our dorm, sixteen million LOUD SIRENS EXPLODE all around us. The popos are taking off with their prisoner. Scares the heebie-jeebies out of us, but we make it safely inside.
And laugh all the way up the elevator to our floor.
Oh, DreamSchoolCity on a Saturday night...