Police at my Party

It has been quite the week.

Since last sunday, I've gone to bed between the times of 1 and 3 a.m. every night.

This equals a very sleep-deprived Jessica. 

            It was completely worth it because of the Scarlet Pimpernel. This was the first musical I have really ever been in, and it was AMAZING. I'm not even kidding you, it was great. From my one solo line, to my one spoken line, to all my ensemble numbers, to holding my arms in the air for five minutes, it was incredible. It was an amazing musical put on by amazing people. 

Now to my point.

I was having a really crappy day Friday. 

          As I said before, I was running on hardly any sleep. By second hour, everything just bubbled over and I started to have a breakdown. Emphasis on started, because I didn't let it completely happen. Anyway, by show time I was alright and excited to do our last performance and it was GLORIOUS. The crowd was laughing at everything and we were all amazing. Then, it was cast party time! It was the epitome of a party you would see in a show. We sang at the top of our lungs to Adele, kids tried to put together the cream of 71 Oreos between two cookies, people were drawing permanent marker tattoos on each other, we played Mafia and Curses and Capture the Flag. The police even showed up...

Don't freak out. I kinda did.

        I was in my backyard hiding behind a bush and I see everyone going inside. So, I got up to see what was going on and started heading to my house. A guy standing in my yard shines a bright light at me and asks if I live there. I slowly said yes and got closer to see it was a police officer. Wonderful. He said that since I lived there, he could tell me what was going on. I guess the singing and screaming and someone honking they're horn forever trying to get out of my driveway was too much for a bunch of my neighbors, because he said pretty much the whole neighborhood complained about the noise. 

(If you are one of those, I am incredibly sorry. Really, I am, you have no idea.) 

       So he said everyone needed to get inside or he would start writing tickets. He also informed me that if everyone didn't get their cars out of the road they would start being towed. I guess it turns out I talked with the grouchier police officer, because the one my dad talked to seemed more relaxed about everything. In fact, everyone was relaxed about the whole thing, including my parents. Well, it freaked me out! That will be the first and last time the police will ever to show up at one of my parties. Ever.

       I'm alright though.

I got to stay up until 3 skype-ing with Taylor about my day,

which I hadn't told anyone else about,

     so it was good to get it out. 

      It was a great time.

     Wow.