Sara and I met some of our friends at an Irish pub for a few drinks and football yesterday.

It was the first time I tried Sunset Wheat. And I think I found my new favorite beer. I thought it tasted just like Fruity Pebbles. After further research I found that it was blueberry that was added.

Hmm. I learn something new everyday.

After the Eagles lost we decided to hop on over to another bar to have a couple more drinks and dance a little bit. We finalized our plans and separated to our vehicles so that we could meet at the second bar.

Sara found a parking spot on the street. She turned up the stereo that was playing Kanye West’s new jam, Love Lockdown.

And then she turned up the volume some more.

And then we grabbed our air drumsticks.

We were totally getting into it, jamming along with the music. Was this the Sunset Wheat kicking in? (shrugs) Who cares?

We continued to play.

Suddenly, a car stops directly to the left of us. What? We look over and see our friends just staring at us laughing.

“That was an awesome parallel parking job. Oh, and GREAT performance.”

“Uhm. How long were you guys watching us?”

Dammit. We totally got caught having a rehearsal in Sara’s car.

Like the beginning of most of our adventures, Sara and I were hanging out in the garage.

What? It’s hot in our house.

And like most of recent adventures, Sara decided to order pizza online. We came inside the house and waited. I, of course, plopped my ass in front of the computer which is on the other end of the living room. Sara waited on the couch. Roughly 20 minutes later, I glance outside and see the wonderful glow of the Domino’s sign on top of some dude’s car.

“Sara, pizza’s here.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, I just saw him drive by. He should be at the door in any minute.”

The doorbell rings and Sara gets up to answer the door. (Our doorbell, by the way, is broken and sounds like a cowbell. I’m not sure if I want to get it fixed because it makes me laugh.)

“Helloooooooooooooooo,” came out of Sara’s mouth five minutes later. I was so focused on what I was doing on the computer I didn’t realize that she was standing at the door for so long. She walks across the living room to where I am and tells me that she doesn’t know what’s going on.

“I don’t know. The doorbell rang. I answered the door and now there’s no one there.”

We both stare at the front door, which is wide open, confused as fuck. There wasn’t anyone there.

“Sara, are you sure? I heard it ring. I saw the Domino’s car. And I know I heard the doorbell ring.”

“I know! But no one’s there.”

Confusion continues. A little bit of fear kicks in. What the fuck? That’s so weird.

We continue to stare, unable to make a decision on what needed to happen next.

And then . . .

And then the doorbell rang! We both gasp and jump a little bit.

What the hell?!?!? There’s no one there! We’re looking right at the door! How does the fuckin’ thing ring when there’s no one at the muthafuckin’ door?!

“Ohmigawd. Sara. The side door. Bitch went to the side door.”

I start laughing because I was THIS close to shitting my pants for no reason. And I swear Sara was about to jump in my lap because she was so scared.

Thank God I didn’t lose all brain functionality and was able to figure out was going on in a matter of seconds (even though felt a helluva lot longer). You see, we have a side door that also has a doorbell. No one uses that door. No one. And why the fuck would you when there’s a walkway directly to the front door? That would be the most logical entrance for a visitor, wouldn’t it?

Sara payed Domino’s and I could not stop laughing.

Good times.

(This is the first of many episodes of The Adventures of Sara and Rachel. I hope you enjoyed it because I love telling stories of how retarded we are. Stay tuned for many, many more!)

Ordering pizza online, reaching across my roommate to grab my phone, and sitting in my chair all proved to be too much for me last night.

Somehow, I kicked my own chair out and then tried to sit down. And then my dogs licked my face off as I laid on the garage floor trying to catch my breath from laughing so hard.

According to Sara, I was kicking mid-air on the way down. I didn’t fall from a 5-story building. I fell two feet.

Good times. I’m glad that getting a bruise on my ass made you laugh.

Love you, bitch.