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 | Today is a very special day/Our trip to the amusement park
entry by keti
11/11/2004 7:22 AM
| Today is me and Matt's anniversary. So... I love you, Matt <3
Now since this is UER, the UE stuff:
This weekend Matt and I met up with some people to check out an old amusement park. It was SO AWESOME! Like a ghost town, only more fun. The place was amazing, but we had to jump a fence to gain entry. If I could single out my biggest flaw, Id say jumping fences is number one. Matt, Fatty and I took a different route to get inside, to avoid the sketchiness of where PLy and Smiley went in. Turns out there was no better way in, so we just prayed no one'd see us and jumped in. I hate fences. Did I already mention that? So we walk around for a while, getting lots of pics.
2 hours later Matt comes running up to us as we're fooling around in some rocket cars. A guy just drove into the park, and he's probably looking for us. We freak out and run around like chickens with our heads cut off.
We seek refuge in a small shack under the rollercoaster. We can't see him from where we are, but Smiley takes off anyway and throws himself over the fence. So the 4 of us follow suit and make a mad dash for the fence. Matt, Fatty and PLy hurdle over the fence with ease; while the cuff of my jeans get caught and I rip open my palms as I fall right back to the ground. Just as the three of them are running across the street, I see the guy in his car, about 10 feet away from me. I figuered I was pretty fucked; if he so much as looked in my general direction, he would definitely see me.
But I guess he saw everyone else first... he screws out of the park and speeds right up to Matt Fatty and PLy (Smiley - that smart bastard - was down the road a ways, talkin shop with a fisherman). He screams his head off at them for a few minutes, and I think I'm never gonna get outta here. Im squatting on the ground right at the fence while this guy is about to beat their asses. A father and his son, who were fishing several feet away from the guys, take more intrest in my predicament than anything else.
He jerks his head to the side, motioning for a way I could get out (I presume). But there's no where I can go, I'm stuck right where I am. I shake my head at him, he shrugs and turns back around.
Meanwhile, the guys are still being bitched at, and a crowd has started to gather. After another minute he gets back in his car and drives off. No one gives me any signal to go so I figure I'll wait it out a few more minutes. Eventually Matt motions that it's safe and I get up and throw myself at the fence. The father once again takes notice of me as I struggle to - once again - dislodge my jeans from the fence as I attempt to throw one leg over. Just as that is completed, my backpack gets caught on a tree branch above me. The back of my pants get caught as I throw my other leg over, and I finally call to Matt to help me. He runs over and yanks my leg free - Ripping my leg (an obviously, pants) open from the top of my thigh to my knee.
Like I mentioned: a crowd had gathered. Quite humiliating. Obviously.
Once in the car, I spill an entire bottle of soda over myself and we have t stop at a gas station so I can change into one of Matts shirts and a pair of pajama pants I had for some reason left in the trunk.
In the end; I left that day short one pair of jeans, one bottle of soda, a few pints of blood, and my dignity.
All in all I'd say mission accomplished.
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