Halloween Adventures in Atascosa & Update · 4:32am Nov 2nd, 2014
I hope everyone out there had a great Halloween, or Nightmare Night, and I hope that everyone managed to get home safe if anyone went to any crazy parties. More important, I hope your Halloween was better than mine. Let me explain before I mention the status of updates.
Phase 1 of my little misadventure, a co-worker of mine invited a few people from my work to his grandparents' place for a party he threw. I got invited and got so excited to go to my first Halloween party that wasn't thrown by my family. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but I really needed to get a head start of doing things without them before I move out next year. Moving on, everyone from work that was going finishes cleaning up the restaurant, and I'm the last one there. The guy who invited me texts me the address, and head out when I was finally done. My first hint that the night was going to go wrong should have been that the place was 30 minutes away in another county not inside San Antonio. Thing is, I didn't even notice it was another county. I just started my truck and left. I get to the neighborhood, and I'm already a little scared. Thanks to not following parents' advice on not watching scary movies as a kid, I have the tendency to get scared whenever I land myself in poorly-lit areas at night. This place looked like a field where Michael Myers was just yards away from me ready to make his murderous stride and murder me in my truck. Seriously; empty streets, little streetlights, and dirt roads. I'm trying to follow Siri to the guy's house, and I end up in the wrong driveway. I was close, but I was in the wrong one. Now, the driveways there weren't asphalt or concrete, it was just grass and dirt. It rained hard the day before, and when I try to back up, I realize that I was stuck. My truck was stuck in the wrong driveway in a place perfect for a slasher film.
Phase 2 of my misadventure, the guy who invited me manages to find me, so he takes me to the party scene, and I that's when I find my definition of a party was very different from his. In my mind, a party is a lot of food and soda, games (usually party video games that make every guest look ridiculous), a lot of talking and laughing, and in one case, everyone gathering together to watch "Elf" because it was close to Christmas. There was talking and laughing, but everything else was people passing multiple joints around and only beer to drink. To some, I know that really could be a party. To add a bonus, the place was not in the city, it was desolate, and no cops came around, making for the ideal place for underage drinking and pot smoking with no worries... unless your someone who doesn't want anything to do with that! The instant I even saw what people were smoking, my inner self just started panicking. Whatever your views on pot are, I just know that if I were caught with it, I'd be in jail, and I was not risking that, let alone the fact that I still had the hope of getting my truck out and getting home. No way I was gonna do that high, or drunk while still a minor. And the place wasn't even a house. I was like a trailer with a door-less bathroom, one main room that was all pot smoke and a table for beer pong. I knew then on, I couldn't even be in the "house".
Phase 3 of the night went like this; me, the guy who invited me, and half the party trying to get my truck out of the mud and dirt. Put shortly, is does not work, we split multiple blocks of wood trying, and my truck is left in the middle of some stranger's yard in the middle of the night. Oh yeah! The people that live there came at us with bats! After a quick explanation of the scene, we are left unharmed.
Phase 4 of the night was spent declining any offer of a drink, and trying not to breath the secondhand fumes of multiple joints being lit in the room. After needing to breath something that wouldn't cloud my mind, I spent most of the party just walking around. The guy's grandparents actually had a little plot of land around the house, so that's where I was walking throughout the whole party. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful that my co-worker was nice enough to invite me, and I am so thankful that he and a bunch of other guys were willing to try and help me get my truck out of the mud, but I am NOT going to show my appreciation by drinking when I am not 21, or join in on the collective smoking. Did I have to call my parents? I didn't want to, I wanted to show them I could handle myself in that kind of situation (I am 18, I keep telling them), but in the end, I had to tell them everything when they called wondering where the Hell I was. I could tell my dad was close to dropping everything and getting into his truck to come there and pick me up, but I managed to let him show him I could handle it. And I did; by walking around a dark plot of land in 55 degree cold with just a small hoodie and hanging out in a tree outside the houses while close to everyone inside was getting drunk or tripping out. I am glad I missed the display of someone tripping out because I don't know how I would've reacted. The only good thing that came out of those two and a half hours spent walking around or hanging out in a tree was that I at least had my phone and my newly downloaded 1989 album blasting.
Phase 5; flash forward to about 2:15 A.M. I finally cave from the cold and have to go inside. Luckily the smoke somewhat aired out, and I get offered a ride home since they knew I was basically stranded. The only bad decision I think I made in that whole scenario was not asking if the girl (another co-worker) was good enough to drive. Whether she was or not, I do not hesitate to hop into that car and trust she can make her way to mine, and two other guys' houses. I basically left my truck in another town stuck in the road with the mentality that I would need to call a tow truck later in the morning. The girl driving manages very well with driving everyone home, so she was either sober the entire length of the party, sobered up before driving, or was barely good enough to drive. Either way, I make it home by 2:45 A.M., had to quietly make my way upstairs to my room as to not wake anyone, and set my alarm for 4 hours later so I could wake up... and go to a work meeting at 8 A.M. after the night I had just been through.
Phase 6 was me waking up, getting bundled up for the cold bike ride I would have to make to get to the meeting, and right as I'm about to open the garage door to peddle on out, I get a text from the girl who drove me earlier that the meeting was canceled because there were too many catering orders that still needed to be finished. I stood there, bundled up at 7 A.M. with barely 4 hours of sleep looking at my phone like it had just flicked me off with that stupid troll face laughing at my pain. So I head upstairs again and just plop down on my bed.
And that was my episode on "Halloween Misadventures: 2014". Luckily, I managed to get my truck out with the help of my dad, and everything is hunky dory. I know I may come off, based on this little story, as someone who should've just thought "F*%$ it, let me get a hit of that, I need to relax", and as someone who might be too scared or uptight on my refusal to join in on any of that stuff, but I was not going to risk getting thrown in jail for something like that. I am underage, it was illegal, I know I'm not supposed to do it even though others were doing it, and I know that I needed to be smart.
Thanks for letting me share my little misadventure, now for the story-related stuff. Priorities are shifting. Thirty's top seat now belongs to TBATS. I don't care that I don't have Pinkie's chapter ready, TBATS needs an update, and those chapters have always taken the shortest amount of time to write up. The outline is done and perfect, and is just a week or two away from being done depending on edits and what my classes will be like in the upcoming days. Managing 15 hours and somehow getting all "A"s and "B"s is a little demanding. More so when I want those "B"s to be "A"s. Either way, TBATS is going to get done before the school year ends. And its newest chapter will be up this month.
Now while I try to write up the new chapter and try to do notes for my psychology class for the next test this coming week, please enjoy this picture of everyone's' favorite gang of Technicolor ponies and dragon. 
No idea what it's based off of, but it looks cool.
Nice update. I'm glad you had an eventful Halloween. Also thanks for saying the next update will be coming out soon. I have been wonder about that story. Thanks.
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Eventful, yes. Enjoyable is another story. Thank GOD my iPhone wasn't low and I had music. Yeah, it'll come soon.
2569230 My Halloween was a bit of a bust. At least you had music, my costume didn't have pockets, so that ruined my chance to have my iphone.
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At least that night is over, and here's to a better one next year
Trust me, the experience of seein' a dude be stoned isn't as exciting as you're making it out to be. Unless you're very frightened of hungry, sleepy people saying "Duuuuude" a lot whilst rambling incoherently about bullshit metaphysics. Much more pleasant to deal with than drunk people.
I'm not saying you should do anything you don't want to, especially not to "fit in". But I've gotta say, and this is coming from an extra twenty years of experience and every shred of my minuscule store of hard earned...well, we'll call it wisdom, what the hell, ... where was I?
Oh yeah, I've gotta say don't let fear completely stop you from trying things. The little bit of wisdom I have didn't come from doing what I was supposed to do, every speck came from a fuck-up. You've gotta fuck up sometimes. It's an unfortunately necessary part of turning into - if not an adult - then an adult worth talking to. Be smart and be safe, but don't be scared.
Honestly man, good on you for holding true to your standards and not partaking of the various things you could have while at that party. It shows a level of maturity that is head-and-shoulders above a lot of 18 year olds.
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May. My semester ends in a month and a half, and there is still the matter of finals and trying to maintain if not improve grades.
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The guy who tripped out apparently had a bad one, so I'm glad I wasn't there. Not so much scared of doing it, but I am not ready. Still a minor, and it's illegal, so not for me as of now.
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Thanks. One of the first times anyone's really called me mature. Mostly it's my media interests and my general happiness and expressiveness that people are quick to judge in my maturity. Let actions speak, I say.
2570078 Yeah, that wasn't pot. He was takin' something else or the shit was laced. And like I said I'm not trying to tell you what to do or not do. I'm just saying don't avoid trying things you'd like to do out of *fear*. That'll lead to regret as surely as doing things you don't want to do due to pressure will. Or maybe not. I'm a 38 year old college dropout operating a power plant who loves magical horses, what do I know.
My Halloween was pretty boring, had to keep people away from our house this year, my dad took a hard blow to the back of the head a couple weeks ago when he got mugged and is still recovering, said the noise and doorbell hurts his head so I had to take care of any issues.