Once upon a time there was a group of 9 friends. Joe who was emo, Ginny who was polish, Eaves who didnt know where the fuck he was going, Adams who wore a sweater, Den who marked her territory, Duff who runs down tow trucks, Leah and Lindsay who were just there, and last but not least me, the most ass slappingest; indifferent kid you'll ever meet. Our story starts on April 7th, Joe's birthday. It was planned that we go into the city to check out this place called Tiki Bob's and then crash at Eaves house for the night. So around 7:30 we all met at Den's house to shove off on our wonderful adventure. Me, Den, Lindsay, and Duff were driving in Duff's car(which doesn't have a radio) passing the silent time by playing games. We started off with a game where you had to get from A-Z by using the letters in words from signs in the road. Now considering we were on Route 72(the part where it's nothing but woods) it was a little difficult to get the game rolling. I think by the time I had gotten to C and everyone else had A or B we had given up on the game. So next we played 20 Questions which actually toook up the rest of the time to Eaves place. Once there we started off the night playing flip cup "guys vs. girls" with Duff as Beer Bitch and photographer. It was a disgrace how many times we lost, I had to carry the team but with no avail. Finally around 10:30ish we decided to head into Philly for the games to begin. Eaves, Joe, Adams and myself in Eaves car with Mapquest directions(let me just say mapquest doesn't know a god damn thing about giving directions) big mistake. First we stopped off at Mickey D's before we got into the city for a piss break and some foodage where I proceeded to hump Ginny's car. So anyway we finally get into the city and of course we get lost. We decided to get off onto South Street since Eaves and I pretty much knew where that was. A good half hour to forty five minutes rolls by until we finally park on a cobblestone street near 2nd and some other street. The 4 of us then go into a nearby parking garage to relieve ourselves on some poor fools car. So we're all together again and start walking to try and find this bar. We get to 3rd street and Eaves starts going left(or right) towards South street. I told him I think we should be going the other way, but he insisted it was this way. So whatever we follow him and wind up on south street with no Tiki Bob's in sight. After finding out we had gone 15 blocks the wrong way Joe and I suggest drinking at one of the bars around here just to get drunk. Nope, On we go to TIKI BOB'S! Meanwhile Den really had to piss but with no bathroom open to the public she had to hold it. after walking about 10 blocks back she couldn't hold it anymore and went on the side of a building while we waited. So we continue walking and after which seems like an eternity we arrive at Tiki Bob's around midnight. On a sidenote, this was only supposed to be a 20 minute trip so almost 2 hours later we finally arrive at our destination. I must say though it was a pretty cool place. Hot ass chicks shaking their ass serving drinks what more could you ask for. Skipping ahead to 2 a.m. the bars closing and kicking us out. So we start heading back toward the cars. After about 20 minutes of walking we arrive at a corner where Den proceeds to say, "Hey Gin, isn't that your car on the back of that tow truck?" Everyone else, "no it can't be" I take a look at it. "yup it's got jersey plates". So a good minute goes by as this tow truck is just sitting at a light with our friends car and the 9 of us are just standing there in awe that our friends car is getting towed not even trying to stop the guy or find out where he's going. Finally after the truck leaves Duff's like want me to run him down so we're like yeah! Meanwhile Eaves and Adams start running towards Eaves' car to make sure he was getting towed as well. Luckily he didn't and the rest of us wound up on 3rd and south trying to find a cab to take us to the impound before it closed which was in 15 minutes. Apparently not 1 fucking taxi driver knows where it is so I call up my buddy Amato and try and get directions from him, but the tow truck driver had the sloppiest handwriting ever and no one of us couldnt figure out the actual street name. By the time he had mapquested it we got a driections from a cop and Eaves, Ginny, Adams, and Duff go racing off to find it before it closed, Leaving me, Joe, Den, Leah and Lindsay on 3rd and South, which i must say isn't the most respectable of places. Especially at 2:30-3:00 in the morning. After about 20 minutes of waiting me and Den have to piss so we go down a side street and relieve ourselves, her in between car, me on a vancant building.(we definately marked our territory in philly that night). As we're still waiting some black guy comes up to me trying to sell some little yellow flowers that he prolly picked out of some ones garden since Lindsay and Den were by me he was like will you give him a kiss on the cheek if he buys you a flower. Just to shut him up and get him outta there I bought 2 cheap ass flowers for 10 bucks which was the only denomination I could find and I certainly didn't want to open my wallet. So I get a kiss from Den and Lindsay which I think is the most action any of us got all night. Finally Eaves shows back up and guess what? Ginny couldn't get her car back even though they got there right as they were closing the gate. So imagine this 9 people cramming into a little Nissan Altima and not a new luxorious one but a mid to late 90's model. Eaves driving, Adams and Ginny up front and the 3 guys in back with the girls sitting on our laps. So were driving around just trying to get out of the god forsaken place but we can't find the Walt Whitman. Eventually we find it and we're on our way back to Eaves' place. I nod off and wake up to us on the side of the rode and joe's door open, than they let me know he's puking. So I respond with are we in Jersey? "yeah" Thank God. And that's pretty much it for our Philly Adventure. I don't think we'll be going back any time too soon. On a side note during the night I prolly slapped Ginny's ass about 5 or 6 times and broke one of her nails in the process. I'm Sorry Ginny! but thats what you get for trying to cover up your ass .