Ilov80s
Footballguy
Ok, I generally hate typing up long stories- I much more enjoy telling a story in person. So here is my one shot draft of it without any revisions or adjusting to make it more readable or literary:
The story takes place around 2001. I was between 19 or 20 which I know for sure because the story takes place in Windsor, Ontario. For those that don’t know, Windsor is just a few minutes South of Detroit and is easily accessible via bridge or tunnel. Now I know I had to have been in that age range because the drinking and gambling age in Windsor is 19 so it serves as a haven for poorly behaved young Michiganders. It was fairly often we would make the trek across the border, get a hotel room and party all night. On a Friday and Saturday night, Windsor would turn into a frozen Daytona Beach circa 1989. Drunk kids roaming the streets, bars packed, grinding on the dance floor, wild strip clubs (Canadians are little looser with their rules) and some very sloppy gambling at the casino.
So one of these nights that had been going like any other- drinking and partying until last call at 2 AM with a group of 5 or 6 guys. We headed back to our hotel but for some reason I decided I wasn’t ready to turn in and headed off on my own. I was pretty drunk and the odds that I could even find my way back to the hotel seemed slim, but I was determined to find some adventure. So I am walking the streets alone and how exactly I began talking to a group of 3 Mexican teens, I don’t know but I did. They were from Mexico and were invited to Detroit for some robotics competition. They figured they might never be this far North again so they decided to visit Canada. However, they were now in a jam. They said they none of the Canadian cabbies would pick them up. They tried to walk the bridge but obviously were turned away. I promised them I would get them back to the United States. I just wanted to be a good host for our foreign guests.
I flagged down a cab, explained the situation and pointed out the kids. He refused and drove away. They weren't kidding that no cabbies wanted to pick up some Mexican kids and take them across the border. While we were talking trying to figure it out, a couple cute girls walk by and so I decided to ask them if they had any ideas. I don’t think they actually believed my story but they invited us to a McDonalds with them. Once we were at McDonalds the Mexican kids showed the girls their IDs, explained about their robotics competition, etc. We all had a pretty nice conversation learning about where they were from in Mexico, robotics, etc.
After we eat, I notice there was a Canadian cop there eating. For whatever reason, I decided I had to put on a Canadian accent. Not sure why, I guess I just assumed the story would be more believable and he would be more sympathetic to a fellow countryman. So in a Canadian accent (which I had never practiced in my life) I explained the predicament the Mexican kids were in. It really took some convincing including showing him their IDs, their Detroit hotel key and a flyer one had for the Robotics competition but the old mountie reluctantly decided to help. He radio'd for a cab and instructed the cab driver where to take the kids. Once they were gone, the cop asked how I ran into them and I explained my little party weekend in Canada. He was dumbfounded that I wasn’t Canadian…so apparently when drunk, I can nail that accent.
So now it’s just the girls and I. We discover we are staying at the same hotel. None of us know where it was at but I pretend like I do and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t able to take us right there like I had GPS on it. So I think it would be funny to bust in my friends and wake them up with the girls in their beds and the girls agree. So it’s probably 4 AM and we quietly sneak into my room and on the count of 3, I flip on the lights and 2 girls jump all over my passed out friend and the other starts jumping on the other bed with my other friend. My friends wake up in absolute shock- just so confused as to what’s going on and why there girls in their beds. My friend Carl got pretty cranky. I try to convinced him that me bringing him back 2 girls in his bed is no reason to be mad at a friend but he grumpy as hell. Anyway, my friends were lame and the girls had some weed back in there room. I went back up there with them, smoked and while I l would like to say I had a 4 some, it only ended up in a 2 some with the other 2 girls doing who knows what in the twin bed next to us.
And that's how I know about this robotics competition.
I thought your daughter was going to be involved.
