So… before, if I remember correctly, I was overjoyed about BAM…. I kniow that I kind of exaggerated on here about how good it was, but it has now taken a bad twist….I’VE BROKEN MY FREAKING CELLPHONE THAT MY MOTHER GAVE ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY….LIKE TWO WEEKS AGO! It, was really kind of crazy how it happened. We were at Frankies and we wanted to ride the go carts. We found out about the ones for like 16 years old and up, and decided to ride those. They are faster than the other ones, and the track is actually slippery, so you like slide, and skid when you go around the corners… towards the end I learned how to do it right.
Anyway! So we get out of the go carts, and we’re walking and I ‘m like, I’m expecting a call or text from a special person. I dig around into the like… 7 pockets of my new cargo pants and can’t find it. I immediately think I put it down by the trivia game inside of frankies. I run back in there really quick-like, and it’s not there. There are 3 little girls though, sitting where I was so I ask them about seeing stuff sitting there. They nlook at each other, then me, and then return to their game. I was kind of like THESE LITTLE TRICKS HAVE MY PHONE! I didn’t say anything though… so I went back outside and everyone was like look in the go cart. I looked in there and everything was in there… my phone was in 2 peices though.