imagine this:

Saturday night J (my roomate) asks if I want to go to Jean's Bar with him and P. (My other roomate's boyfriend).
Ok and its fun, all is good.
K (the other roomate) arrives at 2 and we all go to terrible party.
J and I get bored and leave, P and K soon follow.
We have beer at home, we drink it all.

P is in one of his super bitch moods. Fucks with all of us. No one really gets upset but K. I'm in my room, J comes in and says lets go to the Indiana Dunes and have breakfast.
Its about 7 or 8 am.

We drive there, J has a place in mind, P screams from the back seat that he is going the wrong way that he missed a turn that he ...blah blah blah.
So we stop. K is passed out in the car. P is a bit freaked out by that. He's annoying all through breakfast. I finally ask J to pay I'm gonna go for a walk.
I go and look at some weird stores, pee in an alley and then they come out. P has brought K breakfast but she's still asleep.

We go to where P insists that we must go. Its closed for the season. Turn around, take a left onto a gravel, mostly dirt, (which today is mud) road. Going fast, K waking up asking questions, sudden turn in the road, we make it then slide off the road into a tree. I'm the only one bleeding (not bad but from head) all get out, car is stuck. Imagine one hour of K and P fighting (really bad, hilarious bad, K bouncing up and down on car) J holds together and just keeps trying to get the car out, I have super bad headache, a few cuts, finally find my glasses and J puts lens back in for me, hey I can finally see, K and I look at car, passenger door is curved inward over a foot. Glass from window has shot out over 6 feet from car. Front windshield has several cracks. Frame of car is bent. We decide we are very glad to be alive.

More arguing. I ask J if he has triple A, he does and K goes up hill to house to see if she can use phone. No answer, she goes to next house which looks empty, no answer. Returns to first house, bangs on back door, knows there are two cars in garage, gets scared and angry, goes to front door and is no longer trying to be polite and bangs long and loud. Women finally opens door and says she has already called police. We dispose of all alcohol remnants. P takes his backpack which has 5 beers and a pint of whiskey which noone knew about. Says he will take responsiblity for it. I say for what, for J's DUI? You mean you'll pay for it? So he gets rid of it.

Cops arrive.
Tow truck arrives.
Cop is super sweet. Very concerned if I want ambulance.
Sure we all had seat belts on because more of us should be hurt if we didn't.
J says, going 10 miles per hour, didn't know road, just came out from Chicago for breakfast etc etc.
No DUI. No ticket.

Truck pulls us out, start car. It seems ok, fucked up but drivable. J says he's driving back, will take us to train if we want. We drive 20 ft. P says he's staying here and going to beach. Get's out. K says please wait. She gets out. J and I smoke a ciggarette then he asks what they want to do. Both of them stay, although P has told K to leave. She stays anyway. Our last view of them is him walking fast down the road and her slowly following 20 ft behind.

We drive out to main road and then decide (J and I) that another half hour is no big deal and go to where J had wanted to in the first place. The beach is beautiful. We steal an American flag (very beautiful one, old and weathered). It seems appropriate as J is Czech.

Drive back to Chicago is uneventful but a bit cold. I fall asleep under a blanket.

I call S as we were supposed to have met up hours earlier. (Its about 4pm now.) Joaquin answers phone, says oh hi, do you have a cold? I say no I haven't slept. He says That's not very healthy, and I say honey, you don't even know the half of it. S. imagines I have huge cuts and scrapes on my face and big pieces of glass sticking out. (I had told her I needed to clean out my face as I had glass in it)

She arrives with 2 kinds of aspirin, alcohol (the medical kind), a huge bandage, sewing needles and tweezers from Pete in case its really bad and I of course would have none in the house. We laugh. J has discovered that his car can now be started without a key. Pete lets him park it at the shop. S and J leave. I go to sleep.

Wake up at 8:30 watch Hang Em High (which sucked) and then back to bed.

Wake up at 3 am to P and K returning from The Gold Star Bar. They had a good time. Rode the train back. Went to regular Sunday night Gold Star evening.

I am cleaning my head in the mirror when he (P) walks over and asks if I have ever considered having a fourth roomate. I laugh.
And I say, no honey, I haven't.

- Melinda