Moral of the Story

Boy I had a crazy weekend.  Went to Julia's house on Saturday to get ready for the dance.  Madison and Allie were there too.  The dance was at the Mall at 9.  We drank before we left (not Madison, she drove) so we were pretty buzzed when we got there.  The dance was pretty fun.  I had the 2 small bottles in my purse and we wanted to get rid of them so we threw them in the trash (under the bag) in the bathroom.  Then at about 11:30 we decided we wanted them so we went back into the bathroom and when nobody was in there, we found them and put em back in my purse.  We were bored of dancing by then, and were too scared to stay since we now had the bottles, so we decided to leave, and just go driving around.  

Allie said a lot of guys usually hang out by the park so we decided to drive by and check it out.  We drove in there and no one was there, just one lonely car sitting with it's lights off.  We turned around and were leaving and that car turned on and sped up to go behind us.  We realized, it was a cop car.  We just drove, turned onto the main road and then turned down another road and saw that the cop was following us!  We FREAKED, knowing that if he stopped us he may search if he wants to, or give us some kind of alcohol tests so we were scared.

Then he went straight when we turned, figuring he could outsmart us by catching us on the other side, so Madison did a fricken u-turn and went the other way.  That was the last we saw of him.  But still, now that we just had the crap scared out of us, we HAD to get rid of everything that was evidence.  I opened the door and chucked those suckers out onto some innocent person's snowbank and we kept going.

A few other small things happened, like we almost hit a dog, and Julia peed her pants, but I won't go into detail.  The moral of the story:  Don't go to the park late at night.  (haha, thought the moral was gonna be don't drink, didn't ya?!)  That was the fun night.