The Greatest Story Ever Told!

     So the night started off pretty laid back as always with a little pre-gaming at our place in West. Drinkin a few brews, listening to music, playin asshole, watchin naked girls on tv, etc. My roomate Farside (don't ask) gets a call from our bud Chang letting us know that there is a party at BU. Well yes I know that BU does suck on occasion, but free beer and something to do on a Friday night seemed to hit the spot. Even better he said he would come get us in his WRX, which meaned a lot quicker trip than the damn T.
     A little while later we're getting edgey to leave and Chang (bastard) couldn't pick us up. So it looks like we'll have to take the drunk college kid express, the Green Line. So we finally get to the party, and it seems small and fairly whack, but they have weird animals there to entertain us. They had a hedgehog, which had never been fed beer surprisingly, that we tried to feed beer. They also had a blue crayfish sort of thing. You can't imagine how amusing these animals to us as we proceeded to get hammered. They had a few beer balls on ice which was nice, and i used a mardi-gras type cup, which I still have! So we're drinking at this laid-back party listening to some really queer music. Really queer music being on I looked through this chick's cd collection and didn't find anything worthy so I turned on the radio (this is always a last resort). Just as some decent tunes came on I look up to a few flashlights. Yes, It was the 5-0. You wouldn't think the cops would even break up this party because it was so low-key, but that's BU for ya.
     We knew the girls that lived there pretty well, so they advised us to go around the block for a few and then just come back. Twenty of us or so left and went around the corner and sat around drinkin brews outside (if anyone knows what happens to you if you're under 21, and get caught drinkin outside, let me know).
     A few minutes passed and we were passing the time looking in the windows of a bakery that was baking bread at 1am (odd). We ended up scoring some killer bread by harassing them until they gave us some, and that truly hit the spot. So food being the Buzzkill, we walked back to the original party spot and started drinking again. After 30 minutes the hoes, yes they're hoes, decided to go to the bars for last call, which meant we all had to find something else to do.
     So most of us headed down the street to randomly find a party somewhere. Our group was about 8 people or so.So we proceeded to walk down Comm Ave with the thought that of all the million or so students that go to BU, 1 of them would be having a party we could crash. We would find that is NOT the case. BU sucks harder than I thought apparently.
     We found a large building, which I found out later is the new BU dorm. Being a large dorm there must be a party up in that piece somewhere so we tried to get in. Instead of students like NU, the BU dorms have adult security guards so we had to wait and find someone to sign us in. One of our buds, Mas (pronounced Ma's), was drunk and beligerent so he tried to get some people to sign us in, but just ended up scaring drunk girls, though we did get a picture with some of them.
     Fuck, now what. We left that whack-ass dorm and headed back dorm Comm ave towards NU. We took a turn off Comm Ave and went down some other side street, possibly Harvard Ave, to try and find a party. As we were walking around we came to this chain-link fence and on the other side of it there were a few cops probably having a cirle jerk. As we were walking with open containers and being cocked, we were cautiously walking by. The sirens turned on, and all of started running. I followed Mas and we turned off the road into a park with swings in it. As i rounded a tree I saw Mas hanging from a clothes-line. Fuck this is someone's backyard not a park. I looked behing me and saw Farside round the same tree and take a dive into the dirt. Thinking his fall was hilarious he got up and laughed it off as we continued to run. We got out of the yard before we were shot and got back on the street.
     We headed in some random direction towards NU when Farside told us that whatever he did we should start running. Oh great, what's this drunk bastard gonna do... So Farside proceeds to jump on the roof of a car and starts running on the roofs of cars down the street. Car alarms start to go on and we all take off down the road. When we stop running we notice that we're on Beacon St. in front of this bar with a weird name.(Later we found out it was An Tua Nua) All of us are there huffing and puffing when we notice Jake isn't with us. We give him a call on his cell, and he says he's hiding behind a dumpster cause he freaked when Farside jumped on the first car. We tell him where we are and he joins us and the adventure continues.
     We head towards Landsdowne St. and start walking through a parking lot when Mas starts trying to pick a fight with 2 dudes. 2 dudes not being 8 dudes (our number) they did the smart thing by shutting the fuck up and walking by without a word. Mas starts getting in there faces and being a little bitch, so the 2 start coming toward him, and the other 7 of us start going towards them. The other dudes ran the other way, which is another good move on their part. So we hit up famous Landsdowne St. around 2:30 which was when people were milling about after leaving the clubs. Drunk skanks and smelly foreign dudes abounded which was interesting enough for us wasted kids to watch.
     We headed towards Jillians, which has no dress code thank god, and we see that they have no fucking Power. No fucking power?! were not in Pakistan, this is USA, we should have mastered electricity by now. Most of Landsdowne was out of power, which was the reason there were so many people outside.
     Man, the luck we had that night was not getting any better. We headed back down the street, walked through the fens yelling at the butt monkeys in the woods, and headed back home for some cold brews. We say outside of 214 for awhile before all of us went the fuck to bed.
     So all in all a very eventful evening full of drinking, running from cops, not getting arrested after running on cars, not getting into Jillians cause of the power, and not getting any chicks. Damn, college rules!