I have officially been handcuffed....

and not in a fun way.

You watch movies and see police with their guns drawn screaming "come out of the house with your hands up!"

That was my friday night.

It's all a little fuzzy.

From what I've gathered, everyone had too much to drink, and one of the eleven people who phoned to make a noise complaint said someone had a gun.

What I want to know is if everyone in the neighborhood was outside drinking, who phoned the police?

Imagine twenty-five people sitting on their respective lawns, handcuffed and face down on the ground. The only person they didn't handcuff? The woman who was holding MY dog.

And out of the twenty some odd people, they arrested ONE. (It wasn't me)

So what did I do? I took my little dog, and my little drunk self, and went inside and kept drinking.

And the funniest thing? The police thought I was coherent!

Here's what I remember. Drinking, drinking, neighbors coming over, drinking more, someone fighting, getting handcuffed, getting uncuffed, coming back inside, and ernie reappearing with coke. (He apparently has a sixth sense and took the oppurtunity to swing by his dealers' while everyone else was being held at gunpoint)

I have been informed I'm missing a few (a lot) of pieces.

I have decided to leave out what started the fight for fear of public stoning.

I sense it is time to move.