Well as most of you know when I drink… I can be either 1 of 2 things Funny and FUN as hell or spitting fire and attempting to jump out of moving cars, possible even jumping in front of moving cars, I think I get that from my Grandma but I’m not sure anyways I am a Crazy Bitch! This Story not like Vegas as that was a weekend event this just a day… ½ of a day to be exact. So the Lakers win the Championships we get another ring and yours truly is ecstatic… I’M GOING TO ANOTHER LAKER PARADE (FUCK YEAH)..... I wake up my posse… ewww cochinos POSSE not Pussy although that was up as well… at the crack of dawn 4 am, not a true die hard because apparently people were there the night before (rolling my eyes with jealousy) so we leave the house about 5 (Sean and I) head straight to Azusa 13 and snatch up Rach and keep it moving towards the coliseum… oh shit you should have seen the Lakers fans on the road we are talking hooptie after hooptie with 10 flags a piece and 10 persons piled in one civic hatch back you get the drift…. WE ARRRRRRIIIVVVEE and guess what I have to pee just before parking so my dear ol' hubby hopps in the driver seat while Rach and I head for a toilet NO LINE “YES” I finish the business and call Sean where did you park the car which lot, his response “I didn’t have enough $ to pay so I had to get out of the (3mile long line) to get cash from an Arco WTF! Moving on we park finally… we unload the car hibachi grill and all and start pounding the drinks, not 10 mins later I got to pee again (bladder of an 80yr old) so Rach and I once again head towards the same toilet the line RIDICULOUS… the street peepeeier begins, I’m literally squatting everywhere, helicopters above have probably seen my goodies and broadcasted that shit everywhere… Rach on the other hand didn’t pee once, that concerns me or makes me jealous I’m still not sure how I feel about that to this day! As the line starts moving for the coliseum we as a group have decided that though we are here for a Lakers parade Beer and Vodka are more important so we will attempt to enter and found out very quickly being drunk is much more fun on the streets of Compton, we end up watching the Lakers drive by on double Decker buses from a street that I have very lil recollection of being on… but I have pictures to prove my presence. After me and Rach, Sean, Rich, Mark and another guy that for the life of me I cant remember were done watching the parade we some how split up I ended up on the other side of the coliseum lost, hopping a wall, getting stuck up there then jumping off helping other chicks by letting them use my shoulders to get over the wall… to make a long story short I have a bruise as dark as plum and as large as an cantaloupe on my ass; Now that I have officially become a member of Compton’s finest I find my way back to my car… no keys no restrooms but a bag on my shoulder filled with beer I drink and wait, then I see my Rach being escorted back to my car by a clan of Samoans… trickling in right behind her is Sean then the rest follow him… That was insane and although most would be embarrassed to write, talk or admit this happened to them I absolutely love it and am impressed with myself, not being an alcoholic but I am a physical beast people hopping walls with chanclas on… come on that’s incredible and to top it off Rach was right behind me most of the time! There is so much more like the DRIVE HOME, it’s a blur but I do remember hitting a curb at King Taco where my car was stuck, ending up at Rach’s leaving Sean in the HOT car asleep while we continue with a bottle of champagne…. Good god my 20’s going down with a bang!
