I hit the gym early that B-day morning after getting a more than adequite rest the night before. My phone was blowing up, all the boys telling me to get ready to "go big" for the B-day party night. Later that day I get all showered up, pick up my dry cleaning and style my hair- feeling basically on top of the world, even after my current break up with my 5 year GF. I hit the club "Entourage" style with 12 guys deep, owning sh*t. Next thing I know I have not 1 but 2 girls (both D cup and rather petite....I kid you not) from the club dance floor wanting to go back to the house for a true B-day experience. I taxi back to my car only to find my 7 month old vehicle completely egged from front to back, sitting there in my friend's drive way. This went down 3 blocks from the sand in Redondo Beach,CA....instead of having a nice night, I had to call the cops and file for police report. I had the girls leave and preceded to wash the car until well after sunrise. They are some blemishes that wont come off without repainting the panels and its hard to say if the egg has soaked in to other areas.
The actual egg carton was sitting on the trunk area...what kind of person has the type of mentality to throw eggs so hard to crack paint and then lay the carton on the vehicle? At this point in my life I have no enemies. The worst part is I train jujitsu and if I had been there it would have been a very violent occurrence. Some people are just so sad.