There are a few stories that will go down in college history. Like when Karen and I threw the nasty food on Sir Philip's porch. Or Halloween running around on giant downtown avenues with Emma dressed as Amy Winehouse. And then there was last night...
I went to bed around midnight after going out for a few drinks with J. It was quiet, usual. Spring Jam is going on right now, and so people have been busier than usual, but I wanted to sleep.
3:30 am:
Kate comes home. "Someone stole all my stuff." Ok. Now I'm up, and I'm angry. She had been dancing at Sigma Chi, her purse at her feet. Then it dissapeared. She searched, the guys at SAE helped out. One of them decided to call her phone, to see if the thief would answer. And that's where it usually ends. But oh, not this time.
"Ima cut you white boy" the thief said to the nice SAE "I'll give everything back to you for fifty dollars. meet me at the McDonald's."
Lord have mercy. A ransome for a cute brown coach purse and a phone? So then all the SAE's and the cops and Kate go to McDonald's.
"I'll be in a blue polo" he said "Ima bring my boys." He never showed.
Fast forward to Kate coming home. So now I am pissed. You know I had to call her phone. He picked up.
"Let me tell you something. You have no idea who you are messing with! I have no idea who you are, but you do not steal from my friend. I know people, you can get put in prison. You will be arrested."
"You're a b*tch"
"That's right I am! And you are going to go to prison!"
"Ima cut you!"
"I'm sure. And I've got my glock with me"
(just kidding, but look at this pretty pink one!)
Then he hung up on me. Guess he was scared. The credit cards were never used, and the phone got cancelled this morning. Kate and I have been running around, I bought her lunch, and I think she's feeling better. I finally got to sleep this morning at 5:30am.
Love my life! I've got 99 problems but friends and comedy ain't one of them!