Stop Rape.
So Thursday night... was a good night. Zack really wanted to go to this concert downtown, Tally Hall was playing. He said "I really want to go to this concert downtown, Tally Hall is playing." That is how I knew this information.
So Grace and I drive zack downtown, and we all head out to the art museum. There was a huge table full of free shit! Free t-shirts, frisbees, posters. It was all a big deal for the freshmen orientation at U of M. So all that was left were XL yellow t-shirts... almost barf colored. So we got frisbees and some posters. We went and looked at some Andy Warhol paintings upstairs, then went back outside for the concert. Zack met Tally Hall, and then they got set to play.
Though not the point of this story, Tally Hall kicks ass. Amazing talent, and they totally rock. It was a great concert... for the few minutes I was there. Grace and I were sitting behind Zack, both of us were very licky and touchy. We decided it'd be best to leave the concert to go get an iced chai tea latte from starbucks. So we did. We sat on the leather couch upstairs for a while, drinking the liquid pumpkin goodness. And we were making out, a lot, considering we were in a very public place. Unfortunately, one can not do many sexual things in public... so we left to go back to the parking garage.
In the parking garage, awaited our sex chariot. A big, red minivan. We parked on the top so nobody was around. Now, I wont go into detail, but I can say that we weren't doing much in the back of the van. Because this was her mom's van, not a very kickass place to do anything. We were jsut making out for a while, laying on the back seat. We had only been in the van for a few minutes, when I see a glimpse of headlights far away on the parking structure. I laid back down just in case that car were to park next to us.
Here's what caused the cool part of this story... grace was hot. I mean temperature wise, she was cooking. So we opened the side door of the van, we opened the door that exposed the van to the rest of the parking garage. It was only ajar maybe a foot, we didn't care. We were in our little love nest, and that cooled us down, good deal.
So the car that is driving keeps getting closer, I look back, and it's jsut sitting there, 10 feet away from the van, blasting it's brights in through the windows. I just stared... as a THIRD light turned on and blinded me. A THIRD LIGHT!? THIS IS A FUCKING COP CAR!
I look down at Grace and say "Grace, there is a cop car right outside the van." She gives me a look of disbelief, and I say "You SO wish I was kidding right now."
I hear a door open a close, then 2 seconds later, a cop is standing right in the open side door of our van. Shit. He asks "What are you two doing?"... and I respond with probably the dumbest thing I could have said in retrospect...
"We're making out in the back of a VAN!"
Understand that is a police officer, and when I said that I sounded like a dick. But I was kind of laughing.
He then asks Grace to 'step out of the vehicle'. And she does. A few seconds later the cop returns to the van, where I sit, frozen, still in my laying down position. And the cop, proceeds to utter the greatest little gem of speech I have ever heard. He says:
"Are you here voluntarily?"
HAHAHA! As if I were being raped by my girlfriend. I responded with a confused "Yeah". He proceeded to tell grace and I that we were making ourselves vulnerable by making out in the back of van. People could have stolen from us or killed us or something. He also told us that we should a find a better spot if we "want to be alone." Haha, as if her mom's big red minivan in a parking structure was our first choice.
Glad to know there's somebody out there to stop me from getting raped.
So Grace and I drive zack downtown, and we all head out to the art museum. There was a huge table full of free shit! Free t-shirts, frisbees, posters. It was all a big deal for the freshmen orientation at U of M. So all that was left were XL yellow t-shirts... almost barf colored. So we got frisbees and some posters. We went and looked at some Andy Warhol paintings upstairs, then went back outside for the concert. Zack met Tally Hall, and then they got set to play.
Though not the point of this story, Tally Hall kicks ass. Amazing talent, and they totally rock. It was a great concert... for the few minutes I was there. Grace and I were sitting behind Zack, both of us were very licky and touchy. We decided it'd be best to leave the concert to go get an iced chai tea latte from starbucks. So we did. We sat on the leather couch upstairs for a while, drinking the liquid pumpkin goodness. And we were making out, a lot, considering we were in a very public place. Unfortunately, one can not do many sexual things in public... so we left to go back to the parking garage.
In the parking garage, awaited our sex chariot. A big, red minivan. We parked on the top so nobody was around. Now, I wont go into detail, but I can say that we weren't doing much in the back of the van. Because this was her mom's van, not a very kickass place to do anything. We were jsut making out for a while, laying on the back seat. We had only been in the van for a few minutes, when I see a glimpse of headlights far away on the parking structure. I laid back down just in case that car were to park next to us.
Here's what caused the cool part of this story... grace was hot. I mean temperature wise, she was cooking. So we opened the side door of the van, we opened the door that exposed the van to the rest of the parking garage. It was only ajar maybe a foot, we didn't care. We were in our little love nest, and that cooled us down, good deal.
So the car that is driving keeps getting closer, I look back, and it's jsut sitting there, 10 feet away from the van, blasting it's brights in through the windows. I just stared... as a THIRD light turned on and blinded me. A THIRD LIGHT!? THIS IS A FUCKING COP CAR!
I look down at Grace and say "Grace, there is a cop car right outside the van." She gives me a look of disbelief, and I say "You SO wish I was kidding right now."
I hear a door open a close, then 2 seconds later, a cop is standing right in the open side door of our van. Shit. He asks "What are you two doing?"... and I respond with probably the dumbest thing I could have said in retrospect...
"We're making out in the back of a VAN!"
Understand that is a police officer, and when I said that I sounded like a dick. But I was kind of laughing.
He then asks Grace to 'step out of the vehicle'. And she does. A few seconds later the cop returns to the van, where I sit, frozen, still in my laying down position. And the cop, proceeds to utter the greatest little gem of speech I have ever heard. He says:
"Are you here voluntarily?"
HAHAHA! As if I were being raped by my girlfriend. I responded with a confused "Yeah". He proceeded to tell grace and I that we were making ourselves vulnerable by making out in the back of van. People could have stolen from us or killed us or something. He also told us that we should a find a better spot if we "want to be alone." Haha, as if her mom's big red minivan in a parking structure was our first choice.
Glad to know there's somebody out there to stop me from getting raped.


















