Caught With My Pants Down

My neighbor has been having a problem recently with his house dailing 911. Since he doesn't even have a land-line and since the phone calls typically happen when he's not home, I guess some phantom phone is freaking out the system. Whatever. Just hold onto this fact in the back of your mind as it'll be important in to the story I'm about to tell you.

A few Fridays ago my roommate had a big going-away party for her friend at our house. I have to work early every Saturday morning so a Friday night drink session wasn't in the stars for me (even though I was coerced into drinking a "Tweekin' Puerto Rican" - one shot of 151 dunked into, and chugged with, a Monster energy drink.) I was chillin' on the couch with some friends late in the evening, finishing a home brew of mine, when I had to go to the bathroom. When I tried to enter into our only bathroom I found the door to be blocked by a young ladies leg. Turns out that the girl-of-honor had a few too many Tweekin' Puerto Ricans and was spending the night on the bathroom floor. Dammit! I had to pee something fierce so I went into the back/side yard to my house to do my business.

I was a few seconds into my semi-public-pee-sesh when I saw, through the fence, a car pull up and park on the street...no problem, nobody can see me. Then I see a couple figures get out and walk towards the house...again, so long as nobody looks over the fence (and why would they do that??) I'm completely hidden from view. I turn my back to the street to finish my business when I hear, "Hey, what's going on here??" I quickly zip up and turn around to see two police officers leaning over the fence, looking at me take a wicked-pisser. I try to act normal and quickly change the subject. Are you two here for a 911 call? You are? Well, it's actually the neighbor that did it and he didn't even do it, really. It was the phantom phone that's the real culprit! etc. etc.


Not that it's a big deal to pee in a private, concealed back yard but doing just about anything with a police man watching makes me a little on-edge. Especially peeing.

Posted by Redfield on Sunday, June 15, 2008 at 9:52 PM
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Memorial Day Maintenance

Did more work on the website...particularly on the comics section. Check out the new buttons. : )

I called up Whiskey at around 11pm last night to talk comic but he was attending a social gathering at Crutchie's new apartment and was a little preoccupied. Here is a txt message I received from later that night:

dude im s9 driunk 8 cant wven see syraight. happy memoriall day. aaaaria! weeea 1 andale! ariba! vamanios!
12:53am

Best of luck to a speedy day-after recovery, WJ!

- Redfield

Posted by Redfield on Monday, May 26, 2008 at 9:40 PM
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