This is a tale of the awful, horendous, monstrosity known as BECCASHAUN. It all began late one April, specifically the april of 2003, about a week after Jen's birthday. We jad planned a massive Ghetto Boucning outing, and surprisingly we could all attend, but unfortunately some rather gay events led to the not spending the night and eventual downfall of the evening. Luckily we all opened our date books for the following weekend in another attempt to celebrate the greatness of Jenny's birth - for if she was not here what would Ghetto Bouncing be?!?! So out we headed again the following weekend, a night planned for El Dorado Hills in an unmatched evening of HIGH CLASS BOUNCING - a world debut. Becca said she could attend as we all did, and we had all planned thusly so. But when it really came down to the event, she had a deaf social to go to at the local ghetto-est pizzeria of them all, Straw Hat. Okay, alright, so it was for school, and we couldn't really say anything about it, she had to go for her ASL class. As the night continued on we decided perhaps we would join her, or meet up with her later, and so we gave her a jingle via "smell phone." She answered and sounded busy. Amber talked to her joking with sexual undertones, and so followed Danielle as well, whom by the way was so very rudely hung up on! Jen innocently called back a couple minutes later wondering if she lost signal or something, and she was rudely responded to by a blunt, "YES!" So sensing that Becca was upset (angry) she asked what was wrong. Becca explained that she just wanted a night out with Shaun because "[they] won't see each other all the next day." As it turns out, they made no appearance at the deaf social, but rather made way to Sacto and visited Arden Fair Mall. Where they then paid a visit to the store "Build-A-Bear" which as Becca so succinctly explained is "basica;;y where you BUILD A BEAR!" Jen had heard of the store and said, okay calm down, I know what you're talking about, when she heard abruptly from the background an angry Shaun screaming, "THIS HAS GOT TO STOP!" The phone conversation was cut short. Upon reporting the events to Danielle and Amber in the car, the Ghetto Bouncers had a hay daybitching and reasoning it out in the car ride back to p-ville. Ever since this day it has been decided that Becca and Shaun are no longer two separate entities, but rather one colective being known as BECCASHAUN. They got their night together, and we got screwed out a gauranteed unforgettable birthday bash, but don't get us wrong - it was unforgettable alright!
We love Becca tremendously, no matter what. All of us will do crap that others will see as total BS. However, BECCASHAUN was a bit to continual for our tastes. We miss our ghetto, moanable friend dearly. One night a month...that is all we want!:) Come back....Becca, come back... (spoken as Rose says to Jack in the Titanic as he slips into the icy ocean while she floats atop that friggin door... whore!) Unfortunately, in the ghettobouncing world, there will be no dead floating body in which to toot a whistle. Perhaps a boat will come by with a dude saying, "Is anyone alive?" We will toot our whistle until she does.
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