From: Anarch666-AT-aol.com
Date: Tue, 16 Feb 1999 17:54:01 EST
Subject: Chris's Interesting weekend....


 Hey everybody. I've been on the quietside for a couple of days, and that can
be blamed on the weekend. Saturday was the day of one of Shreveport's Mardi
Gras Parades, and basically all my friends were there. I went down to
Jennifer's house around 1:00 PM, and chilled there for a while while we waited
for Liz to show up for transportation. Liz came, bringing Ginny and Adrian in
tow. We went down to one of the best spots on the parade route, and set up
shop. There were more cops in near proximity to me than rednecks at a
wrestling match. Needless to say, smoking, drinking and other illegal (for my
age anyway) activities were difficult to conceal. Allie showed up pretty soon
after we did, and we began The Million Mile March. We were supposed to be
getting LSD that day, so we had to walk about two miles or so through the
crowds to get to a payphone and the Icee Machine at the Texaco station. We
were halfway there when we realized we left the dealer's pager number back at
our spot in the care of Ginny. So we turned around, and walked back. We got
the number and turned back around to walk to our destination again. We got
there, paged the guy, and drank Icees while waiting on the guy to page us
back. We gave up hope in about 30 minutes. Before we left, I had to piss, but
right as I got up to use the bathroom, some guy with a crawfish on his head
walked into the bathroom and failed to come out for about ten minutes.
Obviously, he was in the parade and didn't want to have to shit on himself
during the 3 hour long trip across town. We got back to our spot, and Maggie
showed up with a beer in one hand and a wasted Courtney in the other. At about
this time, I was wondering what Taco was doing. As it turns out, he was about
2 blocks up the road from us. I never saw him. Anyway, the parade started. We
caught beads, cups, fake cigars and other great American junk. We also noticed
an unguarded cooler. We opened it up, and stole a bottle of wine, being the
schmucks that we are. After the parade we snuck back behind the parked cars
and drank all of it. There is now an empty wine bottle in the Duck Pond. We
topped off the evening with a trip to school for some reprisal vandalism (the
administration is trying to fuck us again), and we ate at Joe's. That's why I
haven't kept up with my email. Now you know.
Chris