That’s rather different
So I went out tonight for Sissy’s 21st as most of my regular readers have heard me discussing for about a week or so in planning. It proved to be…eventful to say the least.
We got there about 30 minutes early which was ok. I had a lemon drop pretty soon afterwards figuring I wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. Well as the evening wore on I had 2 raspberry kamikazes too. Which were good. Joyce, who wasn’t supposed to show up because she was working a 7pm to 7am shift at the hospital messages me saying she’s coming out after all. Turns out she got a piece of heavy machinery dropped on her foot at work, nearly breaking it.
Turn around and enter Beth, a girl I went to high school with (Damn the small town shit) who I had not seen since graduation. She and I were never hugely tight in school but we did hang out periodically. Well she saw me and was extremely drunk but she knew me and I mean, she KNEW me, not just recognized me, remembered my name and how she knew me. I was rather impressed. Well drama unfolded soon afterwards, as I should have realized it would have once she found me. (Again, damn small towns!)
Beth was there with a guy she has been seeing for several weeks now along with another guy. As the evening rolls along the one guy (who I liked, he’s a nice guy, name of Greg) looks at me and says "Does it seem like she’s on two dates right now?" And in honesty it did. And I told him so. As the evening progressed apparently my frank honesty won him over because he bought me a drink (A Bud light and I don’t drink beer but I politely downed about half of the nasty stuff : p…yuck) and said that I had moved up the top of his list of cool people to know. I did end up giving him my number ‘in case he needed more honest opinions’ as we called it. Where things stand with them, I don’t know. The guy was nice, a Marine, seemed to have a good head on his shoulders but eh. What do I know really? But the fact that she sat there and let the other guy kiss here and seemed to be kissing him back (and at this point she was holding semi-intelligent conversations which to me is a sign that you’re not that drunk anymore, still pretty far gone but you have control of most of your actions so there is no excuse even if in the morning you don’t remember any of it.) So yeah. I told him, when the male influence in your life outnumbers the female almost 3:1 you tend to come out a little skewed in the opposite favor. LLC!
So on the other side of my night (at the same time all this is going on btw) Joyce is getting naked…ok, not full on naked but her shirt did come off. And she was throwing up and starting to fall asleep on the couch at the bar and all so it was time to go home. The bar was closing anyway but this was just the seal on the deal. So I closed my tab, squared away this and that and we (Me, Sissy, and Jeff) bundled Joyce into my car.
We start pulling away and sure enough a cop starts tailing me. MUTHAEFFER!!! He follows me, literally, to the end of the district. There are technically two places here, the city and the county. The bar we were at was in the city, I live in the county. This A-hole follows me to the city/county line before finally leaving me alone. I’m sure if he could have he would have followed me all the effing way home!!! I was getting mad! I was like, this is profiling. This effer thinks that because I’m out at 2am on a Saturday night, I’m drunk!! Uh, no. Yes I had been drinking but sure as he# not enough to be drunk!! I half-way was tempted to pull over just to be like "I’m taking someone who is drunk home so she can freaking sleep it off, you got a problem with me being a good person here or what??" I didn’t though….real tempted but I fought the urge.
We got Joyce into my house, she threw up again (in the bathroom thankfully) and I made her up a little bed on the couch. There’s a trashcan next to her and she’s dead asleep. I’m crashing out here tonight just so I know she’s ok. I feel like a bad person if I go fall asleep in my own bed and leave her to fend for herself in unfamiliar territory. She’s only been to my folk’s place once or twice before so she doesn’t know her way around. Plus she was paranoid that my mum would be mad at her for being here. This way also if she starts getting sick again I can make sure she makes it into the trashcan…Clean-up duty doesn’t sound so appealing. I know I can do it, but I’d rather avoid it to speak bluntly. Vomit is icky when it’s your own, someone else’s …ugh. Yeah, thanks but not really, no.
Alrighy, I think I’m about ready to crash myself. I have to take her back to her car and I have to be at work in less than twelve hours now. Fun fun inventory! (gag me! ;p ugh)
*luv ya bunches*