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Winter Break: Turnt Night III – 21 December 2014

Early in the morning we went on a long hike in Arroyo Verde Park. The steep dirt tails did not take long in reducing my legs to jello. On the hike, we crossed paths with a group of youngsters that were hiking along to some inspirational music played on a phone.

We were very tired that night, so we relaxed with a massive bonfire party. It was me, Nick, Will, Gavin, Jake, Kimmy, Jimmy, Nathan, Sean, and Cameron. It was Kimmy’s birthday, so we picked up a cake. We got tiramisu flavor, (my idea), and everyone really liked it.

Late into the night, when the fire started to die, we realized that we had used all the firewood during the previous bonfire, so we searched Gav’s backyard for anything we could find. We ended up dragging massive tree branches and entire palm fronds to be used in the fire.

The branches were so large that they would no even fit into the fire pit. We had to find creative ways to break them into more usable pieces. Nick took it upon himself to try to break the branches by setting them up leaning on Gavin’s brick wall and jumping on the middle of them, but it proved dangerous and didn’t always work.

The palm fronds were not completely dry, and when we put them in the fire, it grew about eight feet tall; Plumes of spoke wafted into the night air. We were like madmen, tossing ever larger things into the fire, testing the limits of our control over the blaze.

The fire raged into the night but as it slowly ran out of fuel, so did we, and we went to much needed slumber.

I awoke mid morning to the sound of angry yelling. I listened for a bit to determine who it was and what it was about.

I determined that it was Will and Gavin’s mom. Apparently Will had woken up to find his favorite cigarettes, which he had specifically placed next to himself while he slept, missing. He accused Gavin’s mom of finding them and throwing them away.

As the yelling wore on, it became more intense and profanity-filled.

“THEY WERE RIGHT FUCKING HERE WHEN I WENT TO BED, AND NOW THEY’RE NOT THERE!”

“I DIDN’T TAKE THEM, WHAT WOULD I WANT WITH CIGARETTES ANYWAY!?”

“I KNOW YOU, YOU PROBABLY TOOK THEM AND TOSSED THEM IN THE TRASH, I KNOW IT WAS YOU DON’T FUCKING LIE!”

I peered across the living room and noticed Nick on the other couch, also woken up by the commotion. Him and I exchanged glances and simultaneously winced at the commotion without saying a word. When we heard footsteps approaching the living room, we both immediately closed our eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I don’t think we ever found out what really happened to the cigarettes. I believe it was agreed that the most probable suspect turned out to be Gavin’s older brother Cam, commonly known as the Cam-Fairy. Gavin’s dad went out and bought Will a new pack, in an attempt to ease tensions. Will accepted, but remarked in private that he would not use that brand.

We all took a trip to Pizza Chief to get the breakfast pizza that Kyle had promised us a few days prior. It had eggs, peppers, and bacon on it. It was very delicious and very spicy; A fitting end to the insane sequence of days that was the Turnt Nights.

Winter Break: Turnt Night II – 19 December 2014

The day started with me, Jake, Kimmy, Will, Conor, and Gavin hiking in barranca number three. We chilled for a while in a secret nook in a trench, then Conor found a throwing knife on the ground. We tossed the knife around, seeing who could get it stuck in a tree, before we lost it again in some tall grass.

Conor left, but we were joined by Belle, Jimmy, Kyle, and Nick for a bonfire in Gab’s backyard. We started to run out of firewood, but could not chop more or we would wake Gav’s neighbor Vern, so we brought it across the street to the college parking lot and chopped it there.

I drove the car, and the others found great amusement with the fact that I would use turn signals in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night. We raged for a while before finally heading to bed.

The next morning we thought about getting pizza for breakfast. It was Gavin, me, Nick, and Will. Nick had had great deep dish pizza during his trip to Chicago, so he suggested that we try a new deep dish place in town.

Gavin’s mom suggested we get cheap pizza, and said Nick can buy everyone a $20 pizza if he wants to. Will responded that we were definitely not getting Winco pizzas.

Will, Nick, and I ended up going to the Chicago deep dish place. Everything there was at least twice as much as you’d pay for chain pizza, so we were expecting it to be pretty good. We got a large cheese, and waited forever.

When the pizza finally came we were starving, and ready to dig in. We grabbed some big slices and started munching away. It was depressingly bland. Even before anyone said anything, I could see it clearly on the expression of my companions.

“This pizza is pretty awful,” Will whispered.

“Yeah, this tastes like something that an 11 year old would make with spaghetti sauce from the cupboard.” I noted.

“This is absolutely nothing like the actual deep dish pizza in Chicago,” Nick promised.

The guy manning the counter saw us pouring mountains of parmesan cheese on top of our slices to try to give them some flavor.

“How’s the pizza?” he asked. I smiled and gave him a deceitful thumbs up.

Later that night, me, Gav, and Nick met up to go clubbing. We dressed in our best club outfits and got psyched up. Like last time, we had arrived far too early and were the only ones there for about two hours.

When the party finally started, we busted out like never before. Gavin brought out his signature Crip walk, and Nick got the attention of the whole floor multiple times. However, once again like last time, I was the one who had the best luck with ladies.

At one point a random fine lady started grinding up against me. I felt like a king. Not all the ladies were nice though, even to me. One lady I tried to dance with just made a disgusted expression and walked away. A lady that Nick tried to get at actually shoved him. A few ladies came to Gavin, but usually only to try on his floppy hat.

The main song that got the crowd moving every time was Big Sean – IDFWU. Whenever the chorus came on, we would sing along and point at the nearest girl. Nick was so distraught about his lack of lady-luck, that he didn’t notice a curvy black girl trying to dance with him.

By the end of it all, we were completely drained. My feet were aching bad. We stopped in a pizza bar for a slice. The pizza was thin, floppy, and extremely hot. It was much better than the fake deep dish we had had earlier. Gavin’s slice was so hot, that he just picked it up by the paper plate and folded it like a taco.