
Originally Posted by
Spaceman Spiff
Yes. It was great.
First, I conviced my parents I was dealthy ill. A simple matter, really. Then, I had to convice my over-dramatic best friend to take his controlling father's Ferrarri out of the garage, so we could pick my hot forgien girlfriend up at school. We couldn't use Cameron's car because Rooney wouldn't believe for a second that her dad drove a piece of crap like that.
Anyway, we picker her up and drove to Downtown Chicago, ate at a fancy restaraunt under the guise of Abe Frohman and company, caught a ball game, saw a parade, etc. When it was time to go home we picked the car up at the parking garage and omg! THe attendant had taken it for a joy ride! How dare he!
We brought it back to Cameron's house, where we tried to set the mileage back by putting it on props and driving in reverse for a while unfortunatly that didn't work, and the car went out of control and crashed out the window and fell two stories down into the forest. But it was okay. Cameron realized that this was the time to finally stand up to his father. He became a bigger man that day. And I think we all grew up a little bit.
I've been thinking about making a movie about that day but I can't think fo a good title.