“Do you wanna, do you wanna be, happy” “Intro” by J. Cole Forest Hills Drive
The sixth shot of Grey Goose burned my throat as I forced it down. I gasped, then laughed at the girl who threw up next to me. “Such a lightweight,” Arianna laughed. I was accustomed to drinking rum with my family and had become great at holding my alcohol. Being Jamaicana had it’s perks. The drive back to The Waldorf Astoria Resort Boca Raton Resort, from the concert was crazy and I needed to enjoy myself. More J. Cole music played in the background and I knew the party was already in full swing. I was in a great mood and already flirting with half of the guys in my suite that wanted to get me drunk. To my left was a guy, the only person I didn 't recognize in my …show more content…
My moms BMW had better gas milage and I knew she wouldn 't mind driving down. We drove down Friday, the day of the concert and made it home Sunday for work the next day. We met up with Arianna and her mom at a Panera Bread two hours before the concert started. I was starving and wanted to have food in my stomach so I wouldn 't get sick from drinking. My mom tossed me the keys and jumped in the car with Bertha and they drove off jamming to Michael Jackson. I wolfed down my flatbread and cola, while Arianna made calls to get us booze. She was also Caribbean and could hold her liquor just as well as any Medieval Viking.
On the way to the concert we met up with one of my friends from Boca Raton who came up from the concert. Jesse was a professional DJ who I met on a trip to Pompano beach high school for a student government camp. He was so excited about me coming down south, he planned and hosted a concert after party at The Waldorf Astoria Resort Boca Raton Resort. We cancelled our reservations at a random La Quinta in that area and agreed to stay in a second suite reserved for us. He invited all the fellow campers I had met in Pompano Beach and promised lots of weed and …show more content…
She seemed timid and shy, but her fiery long red hair and dark skin said otherwise. As we played, my points doubled her own and the boys called out to her, calling her a whore and a slut. I then remembered back to when I met. It was during the camp, they discovered her several times performing sexual acts with some of the boys around the camp grounds. At one point I had confronted her. When I saw her with a guy I had been getting lovey-dovey with, she spit on me and mumbled something under her breath. This memory agitated me and I demolished her in the game. But to my surprise a few guys led her away like a champion to another room. I instantly grabbed Arianna and followed them to a room down the hall which stayed
The sixth shot of Grey Goose burned my throat as I forced it down. I gasped, then laughed at the girl who threw up next to me. “Such a lightweight,” Arianna laughed. I was accustomed to drinking rum with my family and had become great at holding my alcohol. Being Jamaicana had it’s perks. The drive back to The Waldorf Astoria Resort Boca Raton Resort, from the concert was crazy and I needed to enjoy myself. More J. Cole music played in the background and I knew the party was already in full swing. I was in a great mood and already flirting with half of the guys in my suite that wanted to get me drunk. To my left was a guy, the only person I didn 't recognize in my …show more content…
My moms BMW had better gas milage and I knew she wouldn 't mind driving down. We drove down Friday, the day of the concert and made it home Sunday for work the next day. We met up with Arianna and her mom at a Panera Bread two hours before the concert started. I was starving and wanted to have food in my stomach so I wouldn 't get sick from drinking. My mom tossed me the keys and jumped in the car with Bertha and they drove off jamming to Michael Jackson. I wolfed down my flatbread and cola, while Arianna made calls to get us booze. She was also Caribbean and could hold her liquor just as well as any Medieval Viking.
On the way to the concert we met up with one of my friends from Boca Raton who came up from the concert. Jesse was a professional DJ who I met on a trip to Pompano beach high school for a student government camp. He was so excited about me coming down south, he planned and hosted a concert after party at The Waldorf Astoria Resort Boca Raton Resort. We cancelled our reservations at a random La Quinta in that area and agreed to stay in a second suite reserved for us. He invited all the fellow campers I had met in Pompano Beach and promised lots of weed and …show more content…
She seemed timid and shy, but her fiery long red hair and dark skin said otherwise. As we played, my points doubled her own and the boys called out to her, calling her a whore and a slut. I then remembered back to when I met. It was during the camp, they discovered her several times performing sexual acts with some of the boys around the camp grounds. At one point I had confronted her. When I saw her with a guy I had been getting lovey-dovey with, she spit on me and mumbled something under her breath. This memory agitated me and I demolished her in the game. But to my surprise a few guys led her away like a champion to another room. I instantly grabbed Arianna and followed them to a room down the hall which stayed