Spoken Word, Sirens, and Taco Bell, O' My....

So last night 6 guys (including myself) piled into a car and attempted to go to Buffalo Wild Wings to grab some 40 cent wings. Well It just so happened to be super packed. We eventually couldn't stand the wait anymore, and drove the complete opposite direction all the way back past campus. The Bishop Arts District in north Oak Cliff is where we decided to land, maybe to grab a bite and suffice our stomach's. But to all dismay all restaurants were closed except if you wanted to sit at the bar. The only thing open was a small little cafe, which also was doing some African American spoken word poetry. Intense, ya I know. Ended up staying long enough to hear a poem about sex, and a young teacher not teaching for the money, but sheerly for the affect she's having on her pupils. After the cafe we ventured to another seemed to be restaurant down the street, but again just another bar filled with wannabe uptown hipsters. When all hope was lost, we finally found a Sonic. Pull into the parking lot, "O, wait, I think that guy is signaling their closed." Daniel honks his horn and makes a left in the middle lane of traffic. End up getting pulled over by a couple of cops asking us what we're doing and why we have so many people. While sitting there a mustang slowly creeps by, and I'm like "Ya, pull us over, that guy has to be drunk, they should go bust him." Cop's let us go. They end up pulling that guy over a half mile down the road. We end up going to a Taco Bell a mile from campus, and retire to the dorm to finish out are quest to find a Friday night feast.