First Night Out

Yesterday was a big day. Hillary and I headed to Hartford with my friend from work, Mashario, to get our fake IDs. We drove around about a half hour trying to find a damn parking space in the city. Finally we found one and I had to parallel park. I'll admit, I had a little trouble. And this lady that was sitting on a bench, watching us, started laughing at me. I wanted to get out and be like "You try to park it, you fucking bitch." So then we walked across Bushnell Park and toward this place where we were going to get our IDs. I observed my surroundings and noticed and Hartford was really not that bad, in fact I liked it a lot. I've always been against people's comments that Hartford is a dump, but in fact, it's so much cleaner then New York City. (Dee, if you're reading this, don't be mad that I'm talking shit about your city :) hehe) Anyways, there was this really nice building that we found out was actually an apartment building. However, it probably costs like 2000 a month because it was just built and there is no way that I can afford that. We walked around a little downtown until we reached this place that sells jewlery and also makes fake IDs. The plan was go to in there and pretend that we just need IDs and it worked perfectly. We filled out a small application of what we wanted on the ID, took our picture, and printed out our forged documents. Wicked fuckin awesome! I was so excited. Then we dropped Mashario off at his soccer game and headed back towards West Hartford to look at Clemens Place. It started pouring rain and it looked like there was a tornado outside. So we parked at Clemens Place in the "Future Residents" space and ran under the rain to the Lease Office. There we met the nicest lady. She kept apologizing that she was making us wait, she was just such a sweetheart, it just made want to move there that day. She gave us a tour of the model. It was pretty spacious to my surprise and we found out that there were quite a few different layouts of the apartments. So this is officially our second choice, if we can't get into Park Place.
After dropping off Hillary at her house to get ready, I headed to my mom's salon to get my hair colored and chop it off. It looks so good right now. I'm so happy with it. It's really short and cute and makes me look much older. :) I picked Hillary up and we were ready to test our IDs. We went to Tisane, and I actually wasn't that nervous, because what is the worst that can happen? They can tell us that they don't accept those IDs and we leave. So we sat down at the table, hoping to get a male server, and then a young girl walks up to us and asks us if we're having drinks. Of course she cards us and I pull out my wallet, praying that she won't take it out of the pocket, but she does. I look away and it seems like she's looking at it forever, my heart is racing, and finally she says "Oh! There it is!" She just couldn't find the DOB. I swear that moment took at least 5 years off my life. She simply glanced and Hillary's and we were home free...