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First night in Virginia Event Date: March 28, 2004 Written Date: August 20, 2009 I had decided to move to Virginia with my friend Hog back around Christmas time of 2003. He sent me a text message one day and told me that he might be moving down there with his dad. Jokingly, I told him that I would move down there with him if he decided to go. He called me the next day and told me that his dad said it would be good for both of us to get out of Connecticut. I told him to let me know when they were planning so I could put my 2 weeks in at work and start packing. The girl I was seeing at the time was completely out of her mind. I had actually broken up with her a few months before I had my golden opportunity to move out of state, but she didn't want to accept it, or believe it. I told her I was moving but she claimed I was playing hard to get. The night before I moved, I went out to a bar that my friends 2Much and Big D worked at. Big D asked me if I was all packed and ready to move in the morning. I completely lost all concept of time and the date, and realized I hadn't packed a single thing. It was now 1:30 in the morning and I was drunk. I managed to get home and started packing up everything I possibly could before I passed out on the couch. My psycho ex called me at 7 in the morning and woke me up.
Douche: Hey Adam, what are we going to do today? My phone rings again and it's Big D telling me that he and 2Much are on their way over to pack up my things and were ready for a nice road trip. Hog, 2 Much, Big D and I packed up my things in the back of Big D's Envoy and made our way to Wal-Mart. We picked up some 2 way hand radios so that we could all talk to each other and make sure that we were all still following one another. On top of that, it would provide great entertainment for me since I didn't have a working radio or CD player in my car at the time. We finally reached our destination 10 hours later. Yes, it took 10 hours since we didn't really know where we were going, and we all made a few wrong turns here and there. Hog's dad greeted us as we pulled into the driveway, and helped us unpack our things. We stayed and visited for about an hour, ate dinner, and decided that we were going to find our way to Virginia's finest drinking spots - Virginia Beach. Hog jumped into my car and Big D and 2Much took the Envoy. We made it to the ocean front and couldn't decide on where to start the night. Bar lights were lit up as far as the eye could see, so we all decided to start on one of the bars off the main strip and work our way forward. We parked our cars in the parking lot to the bar and made our way in. We decided on this one bar because it had open parking spots and didn't seem too busy. We make our way in and it had quite a few people. We order some drinks and start playing pool when a girl dressed in a bathing suit approached us.
Whore: Hi, would 2 of you like to be judges for the contest tonight? She showed Hog and I where to sit and we proceeded to drink beer and judge girls. Some were too fat to be in bikini's, others were just flat out ugly, so it wasn't too hard to pick the winner. After the contest we both receieved a calendar of the girls and they all autographed it. It was approaching 11:00 PM, so we decided it was time to make our way to the next bar. The 4 of us walk outside to our cars, and much to our surprise, they're gone. I get my phone out and dial 911, but before I hit send to place the call, a police officer was making his way up the road. We flagged him down and told him that our cars had been stolen. He calmly asked us where we parked our cars, and we pointed to the lot behind us. He informs us to check for no parking signs and that our cars were most likely towed. We check the parking lot, and wouldn't you know it, behind a shit load of bushes was a sign that said "No Parking". The sign's top edge was barely visible from anywhere in the parking lot. 2Much spotted a tow truck around the block and ran up to him as fast as he could. He started yelling at the driver telling him to give us our cars back. Now we all know that yelling at someone who tows your car won't help out at all. Not even a little bit. We ended up catching a ride to the impound lot by one of the losers of the bikini contest and ended up having to pay $80 to get our cars back. So much for drinking for free. We made our way back to the ocean front and parked our cars in a hotel parking lot. Across the street from the hotel was a bar that had live entertainment, and that night there was a DJ. We all decided to go in there, and the bouncer told us it was a $5 cover charge and it allowed us entrance to that place and the bar right next to it. We paid and went in. Let me tell you how surprised I was that the waitresses there were serving alcohol wearing nothing but lingerie. Now I know why the girls in the bikini contest were ugly - the hot girls were working at this bar. About an hour passes and I head outside with Hog for a smoke. At the time you were able to smoke in the bars in VA Beach, but I wanted some fresh air. A kid in a white Integra pulled up and started randomly taklking to us. I asked him if he had anything done to his car, and he said that it was fast enough but wouldn't disclose what modifications he had done to it. He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride so I drunkenly said yes and hopped into the passenger seat. He took me around the block, speeding and getting looks from the pedestrians as his loud exhaust echoed between the buildings on both sides of the road. We're almost back in front of the bar that he picked me up in when a cop comes out of nowhere and pulls him over. Not only did this kid get busted for speeding and noise pollution (his exhaust was too loud), he had several unpaid traffic violations, a domestic abuse violation, and a concealed weapon charge. I asked the officer if it was alright for me to walk back to the bar since it was only a few feet away, and that he was just giving me a ride. Surprisingly, the officer told me to be on my way. Random Fact: VA Beach has No Swearing signs all over the ocean front. On my walk back to the bar, I witnessed 2 people getting citations for swearing. It was highly entertaining. They were arguing with the officer claiming they didn't say "fuck" or "shit", but the officer kept tacking on the charges. One of the guys decided to make a run for it, but he ended up tripping over his own feet and the officer cuffed him. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful aside from the 4 of us getting completely trashed. I don't remember who drove home that night or how we even made it back to Hog's dads house since we didn't know the area and didn't have a GPS. That was just my first taste of what Virginia had to offer.
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