It's Leap Year Day and it's also New Year's Eve.
I, Hoss, Chachi, Scotty, and Lenny were still gathering what we need to use in our mission that would be so complicated that it's useless to discuss it. Besides, enemy eyes might be reading this blog as I post this, so it's better if I don't go into any further detail.
We were driving from the store back to the Travelhodgepodge Motel when someone ran a red light and hit Hoss's Ford Explorer. The red light runner ran off. Chachi got his cell phone and called 1311, and snapped a picture of the hit and run automobile as Scotty was chasing it with his Earnhardtian. I, Hoss, and Lenny were alright.
After Scotty called off the chase, a few minutes later, we heard helicopters coming overhead us and heading towards to direction of the hit and run car. Hoss got the Arid Zone state police over to his vehicle, who then called a tow truck. A few minutes later, we heard a zap and an explosion from some ten miles away. Chachi called Hoss's cell phone and Chachi said that the state police helicopters used rays to stop the driver, but it blew up the car and killed the driver. Is this how hit and run drivers are being dealt with nowadays in P-Nix?
Hoss's Explorer got towed off to a body repair shop. The state police summoned a car rental agency to supply him with a free rental until his Explorer was repaired. The Boobyprize Car Rental company drove on over with a Ford F-150. Hoss signed the forms and he had the truck for an unlimited amount of time. We loaded up the truck with our equipment we bought from Wal Fart and drove off over to where Chachi was parked near Scottschip where the state police helicopter blew up the hit and run car and killed the driver.
Hoss's rented truck runs great. The truck has a forklift in the front. When we approached a slow driver, Hoss honked, but the driver in front gave us the bird. Hoss told me to push the forklift button. The forklift extended to a full truck length in front of us. When the slow driver decided to stop at a green light, we slowly drove up behind him so that we could get the forklift right under the car. Hoss then pushed the lift button, and the driver was lifted. The driver gave us two birds. I picked up the microphone, which was connected to a loud speaker in front, and I told him that he's how to drive a freakin' car on the highway. Hoss stepped on the gas as soon as the light turned green again. We ran the speed up to 30, then 40, 60, 80, and 100. The driver was panicking and trying to get out, but couldn't because we were going too fast. Hoss slammed on the brakes. The car slid out forward from the forklift, and the car skidded about 500 feet or so. I picked up the microphone and asked the driver if he wanted to f--k with us again, just flip the bird. He drove off.
Chachi and Scotty caught up with us and we high fived over the incident.
Anyway, we headed back to the Travelhodgepodge Motel to put our equipment away. We then headed over to the P-Nix Arcade to play some video games.
The evening came and we went onto Greg's List to see where the New Year's Eve parties were happening all over town. We picked one that was called "Night Glo House", a club that featured 80s new wave and house mixes. It was also the spot where radio station Q106.6 in P-Nix was broadcasting from for the night. The four deejays spun the vinyl onto eight turntables and everybody was jammin, eating, drinking, and socializing all night.
I, Scotty, Chachi, Lenny, Hoss, Mindy, Wilma, Lance, Gina, Dean, and Jim spent the night having fun all night while moving up and down from floor to floor. There were pool tables, bowling alleys, pinball machines, and just about everything else in the game rooms to play for most of us in the gang who just couldn't dance.
The Q106.6 radio deejay was broadcasting from the dance club all evening long. At 11:59pm, he gave us all the opportunity to ring out the old year by saying "F" you 2012 (we didn't say "F", we said the actual word over the airwaves.) Just about everybody got that word out over the air.
Then, as we were watching a TV monitor with a ball descending down a flag pole in Times Cubed, we counted down the last seconds of 2012.
5...4...3...2...1...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Balloons and confetti rained down as people went crazy. Girls were kissing boys, and girls. People were lip syncing to Old Lang Sine.
This wasn't the last party of the Vernalmas Holiday season. There's more parties going on for the rest of the week, as well as Heavy Wednesdays, which is like a Mardi Gras, every Wednesday through the month of Aqua, and more big parties going on the weekends during that month.
As I type this at 12:09AM in early Aqua 1, 2013, the older folks are leaving the dance club for the evening as they are finished with ringing in the new year. Gina and Lance are staying as they watch the teenagers Mindy and Wilma club all night long. I, Hoss, Chachi, Lenny, Dean, Jim, and Scotty decide to head home for the evening as we're all dog tired from the day. As soon we went out of the building, a heavyweight drunk came by in front of us and he passed out on top of Lenny, smashing his guts onto the cement, and killing him.
Oh my gawd. They killed Lenny! You bastard!
Well, so much for that. Now we'll have to recruit somebody else for our mission, but we're taking the day off tomorrow and are just going to relax for New Year's Day as we'll need it.
Happy New Year!
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