Wow. What a fucking ridiculous night.



So im invited to a 10:10 showing of Fantastic Four. I look at the clock and its 10:03.

I arrive at the Annapolis Theatre at 10:19. Like that driving? I pissed off a few people. I meet up with my friends and the previews just ended, i dont miss the movie, hurrah. It was kinda cool.

Movie over, we're all standing outside my car, just outside the parking garage near a bus stop. We're chatting for a good 20 minutes. It's like 12:30 now.

All of a sudden, this crazed, handicap, old woman approaches us. I couldnt understand what she was saying, but she kept babbling. From what I made out, she missed the last bus out of the Annapolis Mall, and so she wanted to get a taxi and she came to us for help. We called a taxi service, but no one answered. Then we found out that she was trying to get to a Sheraton to get a room for the night. During this whole course, she is bitchy and whining a lot, but it was out of fear, it was easy to tell. She kept saying she didnt want to be alone. Well, theres a Sheraton thats like a 2 minute drive from the mall, so a friend came along with me (I didnt want to be alone with that woman.) and we took her to the Sheraton. She had a bad back, so we had her lie down on a couch in the lobby, and me and my friend went over to the receptionist. I explained the situation, and we had a rent-a-cop check her out and talk to her.


He comes back and tells us that shes giving a very cheesy story which just did not add up, and she refused to give any kind of ID, or any other specific details. We eventually found out she was an escaped hospital patient. We called up social security, and me and Randy slipped out of there before anymore shit went down.

So that freaked us out, a lot. But, feeling like heroes, kind of, we decide to treat ourselves to burger King. Its 1:00, and the BK is open till 2, or something, rock on. Its a 15 minute drive to home, no problem.


I'm in Baltimore. WHAT THE FUCK. I am so lost. HOW, DID I END UP, IN, BALTIMORE!?!!?! I dont know, but I did. Baltimore at 1:40 in the morning. Not cool. After a lot of guessing, i somehow made my way back south, in the general direction of my house.

NEVER, EVER, confuse Rt. 95 with Rt. 97. Bad things will happen. Like END UP ON A NONSTOP EXPRESSWAY TO NEW YORK. JESUS FUCK AASL:KAJFHJSLDKASD:


That didnt go down so well with Me or Randy. Luckily, I barely managed to avoid said expressway, and ended up going to the Inner Harbor...or something. I dont know, I didnt care.


More random guessing and driving. I start to recognize the area. Finally, 97. Rt 3. God I love you Rt. 3. We get to the BK, its closed, Mission Failed :(

So we went to 7-11 instead, got food, went home. Told everyone my fucked up story. Got on Livejournal

I'm never helping an old woman across the street ever again.