Frisco Here We Come!

One of my sisters and I have recently made the habit of traveling to San Francisco on Tuesday nights to attend Club NV. Despite our mid week outings, we don't feel like slackers because we neither one have early morning classes on Wednesday. However, after our past two trips to the City I am beginning to wonder if our weekly escapades are such a good idea.

Last week, we were awkwardly hit on by the man in the toll booth on the Bay Bridge. He creepily watched me stash my money back into my bra, which I guess I was asking for. We proceeded to get kicked out of the club because we insisted on drinking, despite the fact that neither of us are 21 yet. We stood outside of the club pondering what to do with the rest of our night and decided that the best course of action would be to drive to her hometown of Pleasanton and go swimming. Well, that didn't work out too well either as we took the wrong freeway exit off of the Bay Bridge and ended up, at 2:30 in the morning, lost in Richmond and on our way to Vallejo.

Finally, around 3:30 am, we made our way into her neighborhood only to discover that the pool was freezing. Since neither one of us were prepared for a nighttime dip in the community pool we chickened out and continued to have a parking lot party with two of her friends.

We eventually made it back home and into bed around 5:30. The entirety of my next day was spent being sick from eating food at Jack in the Crack.

My sister and I have been laughing at that trip ever since it happened. Unfortunately, this past Tuesday wins the most bizarre and unfortunate award.

We had spent the earlier part of our evening at a game of broomball with Sigma Nu. It was quite exciting. We have both discovered that we make funny noises when we get excited and go after the ball. The best part was when one of the guys knocked me over like a bowling pin and everyone started yelling, "girl down, girl down", all I could do was laugh hysterically.

As we were leaving the logitech ice rink my sister got a phone call from her friends, saying that they were in Frisco and that we should join them. We rushed back to our house to change and promptly drove up to the city.

If only the rest of our night had gone so smoothly.

We had just gotten onto 880, and we were right before the exit for the airport, when we realized there was a cop car behind us. My sister slowed down from 80mph to 70mph in the hope that that had been why they were behind us. To our amazement a few seconds later a second cop car got onto the freeway and rode next to the car behind us. We were both slightly freaked out but decided that since she had the cruise control on we were content to wait it out.

After a couple of miles she decided to pull over into the left lane to see if she was in their way. Nope, he followed us over. Shortly thereafter the car to his right put on his lights. However, he wasn't pulling us over. The lights were facing the cars behind him, as if warning them not to pass and to signal danger. By now, we were thoroughly freaked out and decided that the best course of action would be to get off the freeway and see what was going on.

At the next exit, well past Milpitas, we began to exit the freeway. It wasn't until we were going slower than 20mph that the cop behind us decided to put on his lights and siren. We pulled over, however, the exit didn't have much of a shoulder so the car was pretty much stopped in the lane. Cars continued to drive past us until one of the officers stopped his car in the second exit lane blocking them.

As we waited for someone to approach her car, I looked behind us and realized that there were at least 8 cop cars behind us, all with their lights flashing.

Two officers approached the car, one on each side. We rolled down our windows and my sister was instructed to turn off the car. With the lights of the cars glaring behind us they began to interrogate us.

They asked us only two questions.

The first officer asked us if they had attempted to pull us over earlier that evening. We replied no, and my friend told them that in fact she had never been pulled over before that moment. The second officer inquired as to whether or not we had seen a silver Toyota which looked similar to the car my sister drives. Mind you, my sister drives a silver Jetta Volkswagen. In case you have never compared the two cars, Jettas and Toyotas do not look alike.

We answered the officers inquireies. The two officers moved back behind our car and chatted for a moment, after which they promptly got into their cars and drove off.

We sat there in her turned off car wondering what the hell had just happened. Three of the cars left without a word as to why we had been pulled over, and without a word as to if it was OK for us to leave. As we sat there with the feeling of total bewilderment flooding our bodies, a fourth cop car drove up next to us with his window rolled down and proceeded to inform us that, "oh, by the way, you can leave".

We went to the next light to turn around. As the number of cop cars passing us rose we couldn't help but scream vulgarities at the top of our lungs. "What the fuck just happened?!"

Getting back onto the freeway half of the cars that had been behind us were pulled over on the side of the road and all of the officers were outside of their vehicles conversing.

The rest of our drive was spent making calls to our roommates, housemates, sisters, parents and so on trying to figure out what had just transpired.

We eventually made it to the city safe and sound, but slightly shaken.

The rest of the night was a complete waist. Club NV was ridiculous. They were playing techno until last call, at which point the DJ felt that Fergie's "Big Girls Don't Cry" would be the most appropriate song.

It felt like we were back in middle school.

I will admit, I would much rather have a guy come ask me if I'd like to dance, rather than have that sweaty drunk guy who just assumes it's ok to dance with you walk up behind you and start grinding all up on you. Meanwhile, your girlfriend is making that "oh my god, no he's so gross" face at you. Then you have to keep protecting each other from the nasty men who think the only reason you came out that night is to let them grope your ass.

We ended up leaving out of frustration.

We laughed the whole way home about the weird drive up to San Francisco and the crapy time there.

Despite our two less than ideal trips to the City we have not been detered in our ambition to have a good time. As a matter of fact we are planning on making another trip up there tonight.
Hopefully all will work out tonight. If not, then maybe we need to try and find a new way to enjoy random nights with nothing to do.