Our sweet, cute, cuddly, ravenous, psychopathic Mere Mere had just gained access to the Post Brookhaven Phase 1 pool. I was performing aerial recon from our 3rd floor apartment vantage point (and hiding/locking down our apartment). Digga Fresh was caught between a rock and a... Mere.
Hnize managed to fade in with "the crowd," more-or-less, and stay in communication with me via mobile device. Dig and Mere's positions were just out of my line of sight, so Hnize was relaying real time updates on the interaction between the two. Dig managed to keep his cool while Mere drilled him with a few questions. He fired back a couple of valid questions, before answering any of hers, as the entire pool watched with wide, frozen eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Hnize said (while on the phone with me). Mere responded, "Doug are you going to let him talk to me like that?" Dig responded, "Yeah. What are you doing here, Mere?" He then jumped into the pool and swam away. She paced angrily for several minutes as the entire pool continued to watch. She yelled, "What are you doing??!?" Dig yelled back from the pool (while catching a football), "I'm just havin fun girl!"
Mere eventually left a few minutes later and there were a few cheers to be heard.
SO. Maybe the big question for some of you, but not many (until now) is: How did she find out where y'all were!?!?
Well... If you haven't already heard of/use it, then look into it. It's called 'FourSquare'. Yep. Mere actually used FourSquare to not only track Dig's present position via his check-ins, but also took the initiative to mobilize on them. Scary stuff right? Right! I cannot make this stuff up...
The end to Mere Mere was far from over, though. We soon discovered she was 'Merely' retreating to re-assess her options and re-adjust her plan of attack...
It's now about 6:00 P.M. EST, Sunday. (We still have three days until July 4th truly lifts off the ground... I could write a short story on this trip. Damn.) Us bros decide to roll out hard with some new chickz we met at the pool to a restaurant called Verde. It's right around the corner and very convenient. None of us bros have ever been there. All of the chickz have, though.
Hnize is HAMMERED and is talking this other rando bro's head off until the bro finally stumbled outside and fell asleep in his car. Dig and I crept over to the bar, away from the table of chickz, to rip some shots of Rumple. Upon getting back to the table, we find out that Hnize now has the intention
of testing Dig and mine's tolerance by ordering tequila shots.
Mere Mere has sent Dig about 150 text messages by now. He has responded to zero. She is now saying that she has called the Police and filed a robbery charge that claims Dig stole her iPhone 4S. (She gave Dig her iPhone 4S as a gift a few weekends prior when she drove from ATL to visit him for the first time in Charelston... Dig [obviously] immediately wiped the device as soon as she left town.)
She was calling him incessantly. She would not stop. We had all been careful to check in on FourSquare at various venues around, but not at, Verde and the Brookhaven area in an effort to throw her off our tracks. Finally, two of the girls, Kelsey Fox and Stephanie Mus, demanded they each pick up one of Mere's phone calls to Dig. That went over real, real bad...
Before I end this part, let it be known again that Mere Mere lives ACROSS. THE. STREET. from us... She didn't know our apartment number, but did know our 'phase' and our cars. Therefore, the most terrifying aspect was the idea that we may walk outside in the morning to find one or more of our car's tires slashed and/or a message written in the paint (despite us having a maximum security entry gate)...
Well, it appears that July 4th can't be wrapped up into just two parts. Part 3 will be coming soon, which should, hopefully, be the closing 'chapter' to the United States' best holiday (2012).
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