Would you like randomness with that taco?

Last saturday was our annual Med School Prom (aka Grande Affair). We had it at one of the nice hotels downtown, and it was a really dressy, really classy, really tipsy evening. Basically, the usual debauchery and beautifulness ensued, and the night was a lot of fun!

So, I'm sober at the end of the night, cleaning up our hotel room, and some of my friends need a ride home. I can't say no, so of course, we all hop in the car and start driving back to their place. But, of course, the REQUIRED ending to any drunken evening is Taco Bell. D'uh.

We pull in to the Taco Bell line (yes, there was a line at 3 am) behind a cab. As we order, one of the guys in the cab in front of us sticks his head out, and asks us if we'd order him another taco. No. Absolutely not. So, after much pleading, and talking with my drunken companions, he decides he wants to come and visit us. While he does look nice, and perfectly sober, I figured it was in our best interest to lock the doors. SOMEHOW, though, my pal Allison thought it would be a great idea to let him in the back seat.

At least we was nice, our age, well groomed, and not very drunk. Just pretty friendly. And super random. So, we're pulling through the drive through, and he's chatting up my tipsy friends, when all of a sudden, his cab pulls away, and we're stuck with this DUDE. Yeah, this is right out of Texas Chainsaw. NO, my momma would NOT approve. But, I couldn't just leave him there, so we had to take him home, which thank GOODNESS was only a few blocks away.

We get to his house, and my pal Leah suddenly HAS to pee. Really!? REALLY!?! Not a great sitch. So the ENTIRE car (in the name of all things safe in this world) gets out to go in with her to make sure she's going to be safe. As we sit and wait for her, Kevin (Taco Bell dude) introduced us to his wasted companion Dave. Dave, of course can play the guitar AND the banjo.

So Dave serandades us with "Thereeeeee are a couple hot girls hereeeeeee, I don't know where they're frommmmmmm.... I looooooovveeeeeee that one, she is soooooo hotttttt", and then when there were three girls, "There are three, not twoooooo hotttttttttt girls here. Thiiiiiiiiiiis is awesome." We got some legit songs out of him. I wish we had recorded them. Alas.

Anywhos, my friend Allison ended up with Kevin TacoBell's number (listed in her phone as such) and he said  "I really feel like we're going to be great friends."

The other dude and I (probably the soberest in the room) just STARED at each other in disbelief. As we scurried out of there, he mentioned, "I really have to start going to Taco Bell more often, if this is what we get at the drive through."  Um.... creeper.

And thus ended our random and weird escapade. Moral of the story: Always lock your doors in the Taco Bell drive through, because sometimes you get more than just a side of spicy sauce with your order.