The Weirdest Day… Ever July 6, 2006 by,Cara B. This is a blog from my myspace page where I used to blog all the time! This story is from July 6, 2006. Enjoy!!! Fourth of July weekend is supposed to be full of fun, heat and fireworks. Youre supposed to eat hot dogs and hamburgers and enjoy the summer. My fourth of July weekend this year included all of those things, plus a few extra mishaps and pockets of excitement. From Friday June 30 all the way to Tues July 4 I had fun fun fun and then some. The following story is true and no names have been changed. Here is my story. It all started Friday night. After a long and trying day at work, I decided to get together with an old friend from high school. After some driving around we decided to check out a bar in the area that advertised karaoke as the theme for the night. We sat at a table with some of her male friends and enjoyed some much needed alcohol. Four shots and 3 beers later, I did the unthinkable. I went to the microphone. I looked at the screen. I heard the intro music. I tapped my foot to the beat. Then the words lit up and from my mouth was heard, “oooooh, I bet you wonder how I knew…” Thats right, with a little help from Marvin Gaye and his grapevine I sang my little heart out. I faced my ultimate fear and I got up and sang in front of a crowd. I hit the high notes and sang with a passion I never knew could come out of me. It was liberating! I felt like I reached my ultimate goal! At the end of the song, I received my first applause. I took my bow and accepted the sleazy whistling. I enjoyed one more beer and then my friend and I proceeded to beat 2 guys at a game of pool. We used to do this all the time in high school. We make an excellent team and we always beat the men. Why? Because men dont think that two attractive young women could beat them at a game of pool. Watch your back, and dont challenge us, YOU WILL LOSE. The rest of the night was exciting and then we drove into a ditch. How did we end up in a ditch you ask? Well, the road is being paved and because the cones were not placed properly, we drove on the part of the road that, um, didnt exist. Lets just say, we (well not me, because I was not exactly sober) were driving and we drove off of a mini-cliff. The car dropped about 2 feet and luckily there was no damage, but it was exciting! That was Friday night. When I woke up on Saturday, I heard the sound of a cat crying. I still dont know where it was, because when I looked out the window, there was no cat. The rest of the morning went off without a hitch. Then the afternoon came. I went down to the basement to do some laundry. Now, understand something here. There is no access to the laundry room from inside the building. In order to get into the laundry room, you have to go outside and around the side of the building, and then its like a cellar basement. So, I got my laundry together and I couldnt get the door open. I thought my key was broken, but eventually it popped open. The problem arose when I got locked in the room. For anyone who lives in southeastern Pennsylvania, you know what the humidity has been the past few weeks. The humidity is so strong that the door has shifted position and now gets stuck. So, there was nothing wrong with my key. The problem is the door. The door jams and if youre not careful, you get stuck like I did. Unfortunately, I had left my cell phone in my apartment and had no way of contacting anyone. The big problem is that I dont have the worlds best arm strength, so prying open the door proved to be quite a feat. I was only stuck in there for about 45 minutes, but even still when its 90 degrees outside and youre locked in a basement with almost no ventilation and no windows, its quite unpleasant. Saturday evening was less annoying, but with more excitement. I attended a party for work. Unfortunately, all of my younger co-workers ditched me and went away for the weekend. So yes, there I am, the youngest person there and I still managed to have a good time. My boss and his wife kept pouring me glass after glass of wine or champagne. A couple of times he stole my glass and drank some of it for himself. The fun came when he ordered some hors d’oeuvres for us and neglected to tell me it was escargot (snails.) Now, Ive had escargot before, and Ive never been a fan. After the work party I went to celebrate my friends 24th birthday in Center City. This proved to be quite frustrating when we got stuck in traffic at 10pm because of a really bad car accident on 76 involving an overturned car and because of the biggest fire ever. A few blocks away from where we were heading was a HUGE 4 alarm fire. Half of the city was blocked off so you couldnt even drive anywhere. By the time we parked the entire city smelled like burnt hair. Walking around was crazy because it felt like we were going through a heart. There were so many hoses hooked up to so many fire hydrants it looks like veins and ventricles to the heart. In the end they said it took 100 firefighters to put the fire out. CRAZY! We finally got to our destination: Woodys. Yes folks, I went to a gay bar. What fun it was! I never danced so hard in my life! Its such a nice feeling to be able to let loose and go crazy and NOT GET HIT ON! Im so sick and tired of going out to bars where the men watch you dance. Not only that but they come over and try to dance with you. ICK! First off, I want to dance alone thank you. Secondly, if ANYBODY is going to be that