My night -
Well, it ends up a really good friend of mine was invited to the same party I was that I did not want to go alone. So we went and it was fine. We than we went to Studio Z. I met with a friend who invited me to a beach party with a band she had come to see. I said I wanted to go with her, and made her promise not to leave with out me. She promised.
Kit then tells me he talked to X outside earliier. X was pissed at the band who was going to take her to said beach party cause "they were insulting." Kit says he offered to see X to a cab, but X said, no bother. X would grab a can on Xs own and go straight home.
Then -
Kit comes and gets me from my lounge chair upstairs. Informs me Egan and said friend has left - not together - Rgan left awhile ago, and said friend left just a minute ago.
We go to Egans house for fun, and I use Egans phone to call __X__ to bitch at ___X___ for leaving me.
I asked X "Where are you now?"
X - "on the brigdge"
"I thought you were going to the beach party"
"Yeah"
"the bridge leads to East bay, there is no beach, not really, East Bay"
Blah-Blah-Blah - uncomprehensible, hangs up on me
15 minutes later..... I call back
"Where are you now?"
"Street corner"
"Street corner? What street corner? What do you mean? Where are the band people?"
"They were bad. i didn't want to hang out with them anymore"
"So where are you?"
"I left"
"left what?"
"Bathroom. I left from the bathroom"
"Wait, what happend, you left from what, why?"
"bathroom. didn't want to be with them anymore."
"So, what are you doing? Take a cab here, to Egans."
"I tried calling. Cab wont come."
"Okay, don't go anywhere. We will get you a ride. If not a cab, we will get you. Dont go anywhere. I will call you back in two minutes. DONT GO ANYWHERE."
"Okay"
This is where I call a cab company for her. They say its not there policy not to pick up people on a street corner. the cabbie operator was a nice female with an Oakland accent (if you want to argue the actuality of Oakland accent, lets do that later) This is where I pretended to be X because it was easier than explaining 'friend so-and-so' is stuck. I said "I am stuck at" blah blah. "Why did you go with these men?" the cabbie opereator wisely asks. The conversation goes from this to vague explanation from me to her trying her damdest to help me to me trying to get an exact location from X -
"Oakland"
i say to operator "Oakland"
Operator "Where exactly"
This is where I pry exact location while making it seem believable for a dumb, drunk girl, not knowing and tkaing her time while I was asking drunk _X_ where X was and the details.
Operator "Do you mean Alameda"
Me "I do not know, hold on" - me asking E and blah blah blah - No X asks. X is not in O, X is in Alameda. Okay then
the operator needs cell phone number of mine, which is actually X, to confirm a cab. I say "Hold on, actually, I borrowed a friends cell phone for the evenong and I do not know the number. It should be listed on the phone, if I disconnedt, I will call you right back." I give a number wrong by one digit. I call back. This BS - blah blah. fix everything - give the right number - keep fixing everything - go on with the evening.
I call X, telling X "Operator is going to call you, just agree with everythingI said, get cab there"
"Okay"
I was talking more and X hing up on me.
This is where the evening get interesting.
X will not answere the phone. No matter how much we call. WE freak out. We go to the location we were giving the cab, in Alameda. X is not there. I ask the guys from the restaurant who are somking pti behind the restaurant, if they saw X, they said "No". I knocked on the door of the restaurant which X said X was out in fornt of. They never saw X. The worry continoues.
I call X'x significant other. They have not heard fron X. A bit later, we ask, if we can come over till we hear from X because I, particularly, am worried about X. X's sig other says okay. Says its a waste of time, but, okay.
BUT -- - - - - -
While letting us in, X's sig other, from now on known as Y, Y gets locked out. Y spends quite awhile trying to get a hold of apartmetn manager with no avail. Y tried and tried, hurt Ys knuckle knocking, nothing. All the while, I tried breaking in via plastic card. It did not work, I feel pathetique to say. Tried and tried.
Y is at my house now. That is fine. But I feel bad.
Still no wrod fron X. Y has called the manager of Studio Z to get his friends number who is the friend of the band. The friend of the band has not called back. We wait. we distract our selves. We make p;lans for bed.
It has been a dumb a[pnd dumb night (so is our hope till we hear from X).
Y is convinced X has just turned of X's phone. And is not willing to call. I do not know. I hope Y is right. We know Y is, but we can not help but worry, sometimes. Especially under the strange "I dont want to be with this band.... why are we on the bridge... wher are we.... I am on a street corner......" circumstances.
Still worried, but hoping we will kick ourselves for being so dumb to do so.
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