Over the weekend, a friend held a pool party at her vacation home as a gathering/ celebration of another friend's 21st birthday. (There are a lot of birthday celebrations these days - we're all summer babies.) Her place was absolutely mind boggling. It was one of those mansions that had its own pool, a separate pool house (picture to the right), a bbq, a bartender stand, a basketball court, a garden, a gazebo, absolute wilderness surrounding it, and these speakers smuggled all over the place to blare out music, as in they were hidden in what appeared to be "rocks" - like what you'll find in an amusement park or something. 
It's also one of those places that are secluded, perfect for relaxation, and yet, at the same time, it could also get a bit creepy especially if you're all alone. It pretty much felt like some prison escapee could just bumble his way through the trees and fall right into the pool at any dark moment.But before we could get there, we had some ... setbacks.
A bunch of people met up and took the train over while a handful of us ended up in the car (an hour and half's drive, give or take) so that we can get there earlier to set up and pick up the commuters from the station. A friend drove up to pick us up from the hostess' dorm and we were all set.
Ten minutes in, we got into an accident.
We hit a bus. No joke.
Our friend had tried to pull around a parked bus into the left lane, but just as she edged out into the lane, some guy in a black van suddenly sped up and tried to cut her off. That wouldn't have been so bad if he had just drove past really fast but no, he jerked to a stop, literally hitting the brakes right next to the car and she immediately swerved to avoid him, smashing into the rear of the bus with a sickening crunch. She let out a really sharp gasp, yanking at the wheel to pull around and over into the gas station next to the bus to check the situation.
What had happened was that the whole front right part of the car had picked up a nasty crater dent. Her boyfriend couldn't even get the passenger side door open to get out and had to crawl over out of the driver's door.
Of course, the black van just sped off as fast as possible.
Thankfully, none of us were hurt and the bus was at its final stop or something and stationary so there were no passengers on. We were delayed for a while though, baking in the heat (it was like the one place where Starbucks wasn't around in the immediate vicinity) and getting leered at by the men passing by for the car wash while we waited for the police and the authorities to oversee the exchanging of the insurance information between the bus company and my friend.
Needless to say, the rest of the group waiting at the train station weren't too happy. They sat around for nearly two hours.
On another note that actually has some sort of relation to writing, I'm currently working on the next chapters for Through Me and Unfinished Business. Hopefully, I might get them out (both, either/or) by this weekend. Hopefully.
And False Facades revisions are still under construction.
