So we met Brent during our first week in Valdosta, but the events of how are slightly hazy depending on weather you ask me or Jimmy. I think we found him on the side of the road with this girl we know Jen and brought them along to party in Remerton, but Jimmy insists that happened a night later, we really met him before Jen at the dance club JP's because I was getting "ladies' night" specials for him and his friends. Whatever, we are used to sketchy details on Valdosta nights. Point is, we gained him that night and ever since its been impossible to get rid of him! (Just kidding babe, you know we all love you...)
Well one of the best B occasions has to be his creation of "The Fielder Show"...but I already wrote all about that on my subprofile (see the links on the main page) and since Geocities has problems, I can't copy and paste information onto the pages I am making...so mean! So instead, this page is for the 2nd rate B stories...and the potential of better things to come.
During one week that I can not talk about, the girls (Jimmy, Anna, and I) went with B to one party, which we cannot talk about, and had some fun with some people that you will not know about. Confused yet? Welcome to dry rush at Valdosta...probably the drunkest week of our lives. (hell, we're teens still...tell us not to do something and we do it as much and as hard as we can!) So that night the girls decided we had to leave if we wanted to actually get up for our class the next morning, and knowing B would take care of himself, we took his car and drove home...or tried to. As we are pulling out f this field behind the apartments we were at, we see a far off tall blonde figure running towards us...Brent lost his cell phone and has to look for it in the car. But he can't find it...Caragh will you call it when he's back in the apartments until he picks up? B ventures back to the apartments across the pitch black field, run run run SPLAT! It looks like some All-American linebacker just flattened that boy, but he's alone, whiped out in the grass. Two seconds later he pounces back up, runs inside to answer his phone, and tells us what went wrong. Supposedly on his way running to the car to stop us, Brent ran into some wire fencing and nose dived into the field. But then being drunk Brent, he forgot about it on the way back and hit the exact same spot of fencing full speed. Needless to say, I had to call him 3 times before he didn't pick up the phone. We left him a voicemail so he could find his car the next day and take it to meet his parents. He finally sobered up enough to meet them about a week later...We love dry rush.
