39 hours smoke free - but who's counting?
Why the fuck I ever decided to do this during my company's year end is beyond me. Damn. Luckily (sorta) I feel like hell today, so don't feel like lighting up. I have to say the worst moments so far were when I was being peppered with ass emails yesterday, and driving home up 128 last night. The Me First and the Gimme Gimmes show was INCREDIBLE last night. Love them! Crowd wasn't real big on the country stuff - but what the hell? Save a horse, ride a Gimme!
Haven't seen The BSO (big, snuggly one) since Sunday. He's busy studying, and I'm busy being a nicotine withdrawing bitch. Separating for this week will likely save our relationship. In all honesty, I got pretty bitchy last week, pre-nicfit. Well, the heat went out at my house FIVE FRIGGING TIMES between Wednesday and Saturday. The irony of the fact I kicked a plumber out last month has not escaped me. However, I did not call him for help. No sir. All I have is my dignity...LOL....I vote to keep it. So what if I'm poverty stricken for Christmas? At least...I....didn't.....ask....for....help. (Insert stubborn Irish comment here)
So, does nicotine withdrawal make you senile? Because the last two days I've woken up...confused. As if I'd been drinking REALLY heavily the night before, but, for a change, I had not. I was seriously wondering where I was, how I got home, and if I'd made an ass of myself. (not that I need to be drunk to do that, but, you know what I'm sayin')
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Margaritas + beer + carrot cake + after 5 + apple martini + Jagermeister & Goldschlager
Ugh. I think I'm still drunk. Whoever created the Jagerschlager is a sick motherfucker. I talked to The Music Man yesterday. He's getting divorced from my now ex-friend, Blackout. Seems she woke him up one day and said "I want a divorce. Lawyer up." No shit, I couldn't make this stuff up. So. The Music Man calls me, and sounded so damn deflated. He's such a strong, speak your mind kinda dude. She hurt him. I may hurt her. Anyhow, my ex was heading to my house to pick up the rest of his stuff last night, so I met MM for Chili's and a couple of Petron and Grand Marnier margaritas. Poor MM...his tale of woe...then Jethro called (that would be the big snuggly one)and he was all happy and wondering what I was doing. I told him I'd see him around 8. By the time I got there, whatever happened at the meeting had wrecked his mood and stolen his mojo. :( So, he went home. I did not. Ex-Gov and Maybelline came in, and she had won some money. So she started buying drinks and shots and shots and drinks for everyone. Ex-Gov's dad died. He's not in a good way, and the General wanted to shut him off. At last call, I could have and should have gone home. But no, the Gout wanted to go to the bad bar. I said okee dokee, as long as he drove. He did. I got an apple martini, and some young pups were hitting on me and the D. They convinced us to try the Jagerschlager thing. UCK! Fucking NASTY. I tried to do it, I really did. Then I got up - and promptly puked. Well, not promptly - I made it to the bathroom anyhow. Sweet Jesus, though. LOL...the D just called. Said she's never been sicker in her life. The shots that puppychow made us try were called Liquid Coke. Bleah. She called to find out if she made an ass out of herself. I had been somewhat worried - she did just kind of vanish and stuff. I made the bartender promise not to tell Jethro his new girl poured herself in there at last call. And tonight is dart night...good Lord..... ;)
Ugh. I think I'm still drunk. Whoever created the Jagerschlager is a sick motherfucker. I talked to The Music Man yesterday. He's getting divorced from my now ex-friend, Blackout. Seems she woke him up one day and said "I want a divorce. Lawyer up." No shit, I couldn't make this stuff up. So. The Music Man calls me, and sounded so damn deflated. He's such a strong, speak your mind kinda dude. She hurt him. I may hurt her. Anyhow, my ex was heading to my house to pick up the rest of his stuff last night, so I met MM for Chili's and a couple of Petron and Grand Marnier margaritas. Poor MM...his tale of woe...then Jethro called (that would be the big snuggly one)and he was all happy and wondering what I was doing. I told him I'd see him around 8. By the time I got there, whatever happened at the meeting had wrecked his mood and stolen his mojo. :( So, he went home. I did not. Ex-Gov and Maybelline came in, and she had won some money. So she started buying drinks and shots and shots and drinks for everyone. Ex-Gov's dad died. He's not in a good way, and the General wanted to shut him off. At last call, I could have and should have gone home. But no, the Gout wanted to go to the bad bar. I said okee dokee, as long as he drove. He did. I got an apple martini, and some young pups were hitting on me and the D. They convinced us to try the Jagerschlager thing. UCK! Fucking NASTY. I tried to do it, I really did. Then I got up - and promptly puked. Well, not promptly - I made it to the bathroom anyhow. Sweet Jesus, though. LOL...the D just called. Said she's never been sicker in her life. The shots that puppychow made us try were called Liquid Coke. Bleah. She called to find out if she made an ass out of herself. I had been somewhat worried - she did just kind of vanish and stuff. I made the bartender promise not to tell Jethro his new girl poured herself in there at last call. And tonight is dart night...good Lord..... ;)
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Don't have sex in Singapore
"When used to prevent pregnancy, the condom is only 88 per cent effective. Even if four condoms in a batch of 1,000 tested fail, the batch is still passed for distribution and sale. This means that in a batch of one million, up to 4,000 are defective. The condom deteriorates with time, especially in hot and humid conditions like those in Singapore."
Why, you ask? Because I'm researching my next birth control method. Being a smoker on the pill is apparently going to kill me. (if the booze doesn't do it first) So, condoms? As long as I'm not honeymooning in Singapore, I guess. IUD? A piece of wire in my uterus...uhhhhh.....Diaphragm? Am I REALLY going to put that thing in 6 hours before sex? Oh, and ick.
I know, I know...too much information....
"When used to prevent pregnancy, the condom is only 88 per cent effective. Even if four condoms in a batch of 1,000 tested fail, the batch is still passed for distribution and sale. This means that in a batch of one million, up to 4,000 are defective. The condom deteriorates with time, especially in hot and humid conditions like those in Singapore."
Why, you ask? Because I'm researching my next birth control method. Being a smoker on the pill is apparently going to kill me. (if the booze doesn't do it first) So, condoms? As long as I'm not honeymooning in Singapore, I guess. IUD? A piece of wire in my uterus...uhhhhh.....Diaphragm? Am I REALLY going to put that thing in 6 hours before sex? Oh, and ick.
I know, I know...too much information....
Stand in the line just to hit a new low......spiraling.....
I'm "working from home" today. I don't think I've worked a full day in two weeks, really. Since I broke up with the Unpredictably Predictable one, I've been out every night. Lesson to be learned - when hormonal and emotionally upset, go easy on the martinis. Armwrestled a fireman last night...ugh. The big guy was acting all weird with me last night, probably because I came off territorial on the chick who had cornered me last week about him. I wasn't being defensive, actually - I just wasn't in the mood to deal with her last night. Obviously, since I armwrestled..whatever...lol. So since I was all whacked out, and feeling just a teeny bit insecure - when the bartender kissed me, I didn't dodge it, I reciprocated. He had to give me a lift home. Guy's met me twice, and both times had to drive me out of there. I WAS OVERSERVED, I tell you! This is also why I try to stick to private clubs. The general population just does not deserve me some nights.
So, thanks to the awkwardness, I'm overanalyzing. And even though he has an interview tonight, I'm not going to call him. I'll do that tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd really like to just crack a beer and drop a sleepy pill. Make this day gone. I don't play games well. I don't like them - never did. THIS is one of the reasons it's best to just STAY in whatever fucking nightmare relationship I'm in. So I don't have to do the "do I call? what did he mean by THAT?" bullshit. If I want to call someone, I like to just pick up the damn phone and do it.
I'm "working from home" today. I don't think I've worked a full day in two weeks, really. Since I broke up with the Unpredictably Predictable one, I've been out every night. Lesson to be learned - when hormonal and emotionally upset, go easy on the martinis. Armwrestled a fireman last night...ugh. The big guy was acting all weird with me last night, probably because I came off territorial on the chick who had cornered me last week about him. I wasn't being defensive, actually - I just wasn't in the mood to deal with her last night. Obviously, since I armwrestled..whatever...lol. So since I was all whacked out, and feeling just a teeny bit insecure - when the bartender kissed me, I didn't dodge it, I reciprocated. He had to give me a lift home. Guy's met me twice, and both times had to drive me out of there. I WAS OVERSERVED, I tell you! This is also why I try to stick to private clubs. The general population just does not deserve me some nights.
So, thanks to the awkwardness, I'm overanalyzing. And even though he has an interview tonight, I'm not going to call him. I'll do that tomorrow. In the meantime, I'd really like to just crack a beer and drop a sleepy pill. Make this day gone. I don't play games well. I don't like them - never did. THIS is one of the reasons it's best to just STAY in whatever fucking nightmare relationship I'm in. So I don't have to do the "do I call? what did he mean by THAT?" bullshit. If I want to call someone, I like to just pick up the damn phone and do it.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Rehab Monday
Between the Dark Antler on Saturday from 3 - 1:00 AM, then the Golden Antler at 11:00 AM on Sunday, making a move back to the DA at 12:30...dear lord. No wonder I was asleep last night at 8, LOL. Woke up at 4:00 this morning with my boots still on. Least I had the good sense to leave early...for a change. The big snuggly one played a major part in my headspace. I know what I need to do. It's not about me and him...it's about the quality of life I can expect if I stay with this one. The anger and violence...it's only a matter of time.....
And it's been a long time since I had butterflies.
Between the Dark Antler on Saturday from 3 - 1:00 AM, then the Golden Antler at 11:00 AM on Sunday, making a move back to the DA at 12:30...dear lord. No wonder I was asleep last night at 8, LOL. Woke up at 4:00 this morning with my boots still on. Least I had the good sense to leave early...for a change. The big snuggly one played a major part in my headspace. I know what I need to do. It's not about me and him...it's about the quality of life I can expect if I stay with this one. The anger and violence...it's only a matter of time.....
And it's been a long time since I had butterflies.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Leaving the past where it belongs
That's exactly what I'm doing. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the game, but that's just what it is - a game. I've moved from the fantasy side of the whole thing to the reality - he's a bored married man, desperate to recapture a piece of us. Because I used to be so easy for him, he's just not accustomed to me playing (let alone BEING) hard to get. I really should have counted incoming phone calls. They're pretty regular, and I answer every 4th or 5th one. When I feel like it. Between the one Saturday morning and the three spread out over the course of yesterday - I suppose I'm due to pick one up. But I still don't feel like it.
Drunken fiasco Saturday - leads to another boy calling me. No, I didn't DO anything. However, I miss having a big, snuggly one. The one at home hates more about me than he likes, this I know. I suppose I wouldn't be playing games if I was happy there, would I? Can't do anything right at home, and keep getting more put off the more he yells at me. He doesn't know he's effectively shoving me into doing something stupid. Or does he?
That's exactly what I'm doing. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the game, but that's just what it is - a game. I've moved from the fantasy side of the whole thing to the reality - he's a bored married man, desperate to recapture a piece of us. Because I used to be so easy for him, he's just not accustomed to me playing (let alone BEING) hard to get. I really should have counted incoming phone calls. They're pretty regular, and I answer every 4th or 5th one. When I feel like it. Between the one Saturday morning and the three spread out over the course of yesterday - I suppose I'm due to pick one up. But I still don't feel like it.
Drunken fiasco Saturday - leads to another boy calling me. No, I didn't DO anything. However, I miss having a big, snuggly one. The one at home hates more about me than he likes, this I know. I suppose I wouldn't be playing games if I was happy there, would I? Can't do anything right at home, and keep getting more put off the more he yells at me. He doesn't know he's effectively shoving me into doing something stupid. Or does he?
Saturday, September 30, 2006
It's a semi-true story, believe it or not...I made up a few things and there's some I forgot....
Yeah. Seems like it could be my theme song sometimes. I can't believe I haven't found time to update this since the camping fiasco. The psycho is still not talking to me - apparently Meatstick told her that I was jealous, blah blah blah...and she doesn't remember a damn thing. Whatever.
So, went back to the cowboy bar. Ug. One of our group hit the "other side" of the bar, and came back with the news that someone she had slept with dozens of times back in the day was on the other side. Dumbass me says "ok, gimme a name - I'll bet I hit that too"..and she did...and I did. Queen Dumbass me can't let it go...I have to seek Big Daddy out. Note to self - let sleeping dogs lie, lol. So I'm chatting it up with the guy I have done some of the most off-beat wonders with, while watching his wife sing. She came off stage thinking I was a random trying to pick him up, and promptly peed on her territory's perimeter. (however, having been in compromising positions with Big Daddy..I was not terribly intimidated) Wait...just in..when I woke up, I had a missed call. Guess who? Yeah. Absolutely. And he called back an hour later. Funny that...back in the day, he wouldn't call if my house was on fire. Two calls - one day. And damn if I don't think he's hotter than 12 yards of hell still. Anyhow, he wants me to have an affair...that's as clear as it gets. Can I meet him today? How's tomorrow? How long am I at darts on Tuesday? Jesus H. Christ. Should've said no...didn't say yes...still......
He reminded me of the great times....on a car in Dana's yard...up against Walter's house....the twin's bathroom floor....sigh....good times, good times...and how we got here from there - I'll never know.....
Yeah. Seems like it could be my theme song sometimes. I can't believe I haven't found time to update this since the camping fiasco. The psycho is still not talking to me - apparently Meatstick told her that I was jealous, blah blah blah...and she doesn't remember a damn thing. Whatever.
So, went back to the cowboy bar. Ug. One of our group hit the "other side" of the bar, and came back with the news that someone she had slept with dozens of times back in the day was on the other side. Dumbass me says "ok, gimme a name - I'll bet I hit that too"..and she did...and I did. Queen Dumbass me can't let it go...I have to seek Big Daddy out. Note to self - let sleeping dogs lie, lol. So I'm chatting it up with the guy I have done some of the most off-beat wonders with, while watching his wife sing. She came off stage thinking I was a random trying to pick him up, and promptly peed on her territory's perimeter. (however, having been in compromising positions with Big Daddy..I was not terribly intimidated) Wait...just in..when I woke up, I had a missed call. Guess who? Yeah. Absolutely. And he called back an hour later. Funny that...back in the day, he wouldn't call if my house was on fire. Two calls - one day. And damn if I don't think he's hotter than 12 yards of hell still. Anyhow, he wants me to have an affair...that's as clear as it gets. Can I meet him today? How's tomorrow? How long am I at darts on Tuesday? Jesus H. Christ. Should've said no...didn't say yes...still......
He reminded me of the great times....on a car in Dana's yard...up against Walter's house....the twin's bathroom floor....sigh....good times, good times...and how we got here from there - I'll never know.....
Monday, June 12, 2006
Woodstock meets PsychoPalooza
First off, let me tell you what a good guy the BF could be (this has been edited to reflect a bit more of the truth of my feelings here)..... No, really...lol. After driving almost three hours in the great monsoon of June 2006 and finally arriving where we were supposed to camp - I found him. Mind you - the ride, not finding him upon arrival, not knowing other people there...I was kinda..well...bitchy. Even when he told me he got us a room at a bed and breakfast for the weekend...hey..wait..umm...lemme stop bitching for a minute...did you say....BED? and...BREAKFAST? So I won't be cold, wet, or hungry? ALRIGHT! So, we settle in..and get to drinkin'! Turns out that 2 of the musicians at this music festival know my best drummer friend. One of them had actually wanted him to come up and play at it, but he couldn't do it. And the world gets smaller...
Friday night - uneventful. Long, buzzy, but uneventful. (Insert calm before the storm cliche here)
Saturday - Waking up with a mild hangover, greeted with a breakfast of blueberry pancakes and sausage. (I should mention, I hate pancakes. I hate sausage.)We head over to the festival site, where I had left CrazyBitch and her boyfriend - whom we'll call the Ripper. The Ripper felt the need to notify EVERY..SINGLE...PERSON there that he had done time. 1. They didn't care. 2. They were not impressed. 3. This is why when he was screaming that he was going to stab the guy who pissed on CB's truck - it didn't go over so well. But, I'm getting ahead of myself here....
Sooooo...with my liver Olympics in full swing lately, I decided we should get a keg. Easy enough here - not so much up in East BooFoo Maine. "Uh, you need to special order those"...."Nope, the BrewMaster is off today"....well hell! Eventually, we found one. After 2 hours of driving, stopping, asking, etc.
To be continued
* why this was never continued..... I don't talk to her anymore. I broke up with him. It seems like it would be more an excercise in painful history to discuss this weekend anymore. Suffice it to say that she hasn't spoken to me since then - and it's not particularly my fault. He and I were done before this ever happened...but neither of us would acknowledge it. *
First off, let me tell you what a good guy the BF could be (this has been edited to reflect a bit more of the truth of my feelings here)..... No, really...lol. After driving almost three hours in the great monsoon of June 2006 and finally arriving where we were supposed to camp - I found him. Mind you - the ride, not finding him upon arrival, not knowing other people there...I was kinda..well...bitchy. Even when he told me he got us a room at a bed and breakfast for the weekend...hey..wait..umm...lemme stop bitching for a minute...did you say....BED? and...BREAKFAST? So I won't be cold, wet, or hungry? ALRIGHT! So, we settle in..and get to drinkin'! Turns out that 2 of the musicians at this music festival know my best drummer friend. One of them had actually wanted him to come up and play at it, but he couldn't do it. And the world gets smaller...
Friday night - uneventful. Long, buzzy, but uneventful. (Insert calm before the storm cliche here)
Saturday - Waking up with a mild hangover, greeted with a breakfast of blueberry pancakes and sausage. (I should mention, I hate pancakes. I hate sausage.)We head over to the festival site, where I had left CrazyBitch and her boyfriend - whom we'll call the Ripper. The Ripper felt the need to notify EVERY..SINGLE...PERSON there that he had done time. 1. They didn't care. 2. They were not impressed. 3. This is why when he was screaming that he was going to stab the guy who pissed on CB's truck - it didn't go over so well. But, I'm getting ahead of myself here....
Sooooo...with my liver Olympics in full swing lately, I decided we should get a keg. Easy enough here - not so much up in East BooFoo Maine. "Uh, you need to special order those"...."Nope, the BrewMaster is off today"....well hell! Eventually, we found one. After 2 hours of driving, stopping, asking, etc.
To be continued
* why this was never continued..... I don't talk to her anymore. I broke up with him. It seems like it would be more an excercise in painful history to discuss this weekend anymore. Suffice it to say that she hasn't spoken to me since then - and it's not particularly my fault. He and I were done before this ever happened...but neither of us would acknowledge it. *
Monday, April 24, 2006
You had a bad day.............
Yeah...today's the 3rd anniversary of my fathers death, and my best friend's birthday. Her first birthday without her daughter, who died in August at the ripe age of 14. Who she raised by herself. Who life means nothing without...and my cousin's niece was hit an killed by a drunk driver last night..and I, in my infinite wisdom, offered to take another cousin to the funeral on Thursday because she doesn't drive, and should have the opportunity to say goodbye. Fanfuckingtastic. Oh, did I mention the niece was 8 months pregnant and the baby died too? She said I don't get it..that I'd never been to take the clothes to the funeral parlor..oh...but I have..and I watched Sherri put earrings in her ears, too...not me...I couldn't ...I couldn't .... I don't know the poor kid..but I know what her family feels tonight. I've been close to ground Zero..too close..and I know what it feels like to look in the closed eyes of a kid taken way too soon, while standing next to her devastated mother. I know what it's like to stand behind the casket in a funeral procession while holding her mother up...and I fucking hate it. I'll go, but it's bringing me back..to a place I don't want to be.
My little insignificant relationship problems don't seem like a big deal right now.
Yeah...today's the 3rd anniversary of my fathers death, and my best friend's birthday. Her first birthday without her daughter, who died in August at the ripe age of 14. Who she raised by herself. Who life means nothing without...and my cousin's niece was hit an killed by a drunk driver last night..and I, in my infinite wisdom, offered to take another cousin to the funeral on Thursday because she doesn't drive, and should have the opportunity to say goodbye. Fanfuckingtastic. Oh, did I mention the niece was 8 months pregnant and the baby died too? She said I don't get it..that I'd never been to take the clothes to the funeral parlor..oh...but I have..and I watched Sherri put earrings in her ears, too...not me...I couldn't ...I couldn't .... I don't know the poor kid..but I know what her family feels tonight. I've been close to ground Zero..too close..and I know what it feels like to look in the closed eyes of a kid taken way too soon, while standing next to her devastated mother. I know what it's like to stand behind the casket in a funeral procession while holding her mother up...and I fucking hate it. I'll go, but it's bringing me back..to a place I don't want to be.
My little insignificant relationship problems don't seem like a big deal right now.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
How exactly DID it come to this?
Just when I think I'm the angriest woman around....Me and a few members of the Whack Pack (thanks to Vyger for the nifty gang name, lol...)headed to the Wanna Be Cowboy bar on Saturday. We were just going to stay for a few, and almost didn't go in at all due to the crazy 7.00 cover charge (just who in the hell do those boot scootin' morons think they are anyway? I don't pay that on LANDSDOWNE ST. for God's sake!) anyway. As we're out debating whether to stay or go - I see her. Courtney Love, on a bad day. But it wasn't the Hole Ho..it was an old friend of ours, and it seems like she is shooting for the position of Head Whack. She limps on over, and I see a flicker of recognition..like the Dawn of the Dead zombies remembering that they used to like to go to the mall...THAT's what it looked like. We hadn't seen her in years, other than at the wake...but there she was, in all of her doped up glory. We made a pivotal decision for the night, and stayed. Had I known then what I know now...
She's in the joint for about 3 minutes, and starts it with my tall friend's sister in law over a chair. Now, in her defense, she has ONE LEG - so sitting down is important, never mind the fact she was nodding in her Pepsi. That's right - no booze for her - she's *sober* (pay no attention to the open sores and Xanax crumbs, please!) But, the appropriate thing to do would be to...hmmm...ask for the chair, I'd say. Hell no! Courtney all but took off her fake leg and beat the priss with it. I got in and cleared it up..."psst...hey...princess..could you just give her the chair? I mean, she's got one fuckin' leg, man" So Courtney gets her seat, and Princess feels like an idiot ('cause she basically is) while my friend the birthday boy has his kid brother telling him how ssssscccared I should be of Princess. As if. Now I can't leave - cause you just KNOW it's gonna start up again if I do - so I begin to order pitchers of beer. These were all actually paid for by Kurt, who was just happy to have someone else cleaning up after Ms. Love for a change.
Finally, Hillbilly Hell closed for the night, and we moved on to Gangsta Land. I end up allowing It to come with us. Flashy lights, annoying hip hop music...oooh baby. Could this night POSSIBLY get any better? Hell yeah - Ms. Stevie's ex (who does not admit they dated, mind you...they're just *friends*) is in the house. And, he tags along back to WP Central with us. WITH HALF OF THE OTHER DREGS FROM THE BAR. 20 year old broads in miniskirts all over the kitchen. Drinking....all....our....beer. Dammit. Literally - I got ONE. Ex-Mr.Stevie says he's gonna make a ruuuun. OK, maybe I'll finally liven up, cause this night is sucking big. I go to He Who Blah Blah Blah, and get 20 bucks from him, kicking in 20 of my own. After a spell, as it's now 4 AM, Ex-Mr decides he's not going after all and would like to refund my money. Great. But for the fact he gives me 12 damn dollars. I say..."ummm...excuse me...Mistah...I gave you 40 dollars." "Oh no" says he "thats what you gave me, I put it right in this pocket!" That's until Kurt stood up (yes, he showed up around 2 or 3 - and he's a gianormous dude) SUDDENLY - ExMr finds my 40 dollars in his "other pocket" Fucker. Unbelievable...again I say...as if...So now, owner of WP Central is fucking hammered. And I'm not.
Just when I think I'm the angriest woman around....Me and a few members of the Whack Pack (thanks to Vyger for the nifty gang name, lol...)headed to the Wanna Be Cowboy bar on Saturday. We were just going to stay for a few, and almost didn't go in at all due to the crazy 7.00 cover charge (just who in the hell do those boot scootin' morons think they are anyway? I don't pay that on LANDSDOWNE ST. for God's sake!) anyway. As we're out debating whether to stay or go - I see her. Courtney Love, on a bad day. But it wasn't the Hole Ho..it was an old friend of ours, and it seems like she is shooting for the position of Head Whack. She limps on over, and I see a flicker of recognition..like the Dawn of the Dead zombies remembering that they used to like to go to the mall...THAT's what it looked like. We hadn't seen her in years, other than at the wake...but there she was, in all of her doped up glory. We made a pivotal decision for the night, and stayed. Had I known then what I know now...
She's in the joint for about 3 minutes, and starts it with my tall friend's sister in law over a chair. Now, in her defense, she has ONE LEG - so sitting down is important, never mind the fact she was nodding in her Pepsi. That's right - no booze for her - she's *sober* (pay no attention to the open sores and Xanax crumbs, please!) But, the appropriate thing to do would be to...hmmm...ask for the chair, I'd say. Hell no! Courtney all but took off her fake leg and beat the priss with it. I got in and cleared it up..."psst...hey...princess..could you just give her the chair? I mean, she's got one fuckin' leg, man" So Courtney gets her seat, and Princess feels like an idiot ('cause she basically is) while my friend the birthday boy has his kid brother telling him how ssssscccared I should be of Princess. As if. Now I can't leave - cause you just KNOW it's gonna start up again if I do - so I begin to order pitchers of beer. These were all actually paid for by Kurt, who was just happy to have someone else cleaning up after Ms. Love for a change.
Finally, Hillbilly Hell closed for the night, and we moved on to Gangsta Land. I end up allowing It to come with us. Flashy lights, annoying hip hop music...oooh baby. Could this night POSSIBLY get any better? Hell yeah - Ms. Stevie's ex (who does not admit they dated, mind you...they're just *friends*) is in the house. And, he tags along back to WP Central with us. WITH HALF OF THE OTHER DREGS FROM THE BAR. 20 year old broads in miniskirts all over the kitchen. Drinking....all....our....beer. Dammit. Literally - I got ONE. Ex-Mr.Stevie says he's gonna make a ruuuun. OK, maybe I'll finally liven up, cause this night is sucking big. I go to He Who Blah Blah Blah, and get 20 bucks from him, kicking in 20 of my own. After a spell, as it's now 4 AM, Ex-Mr decides he's not going after all and would like to refund my money. Great. But for the fact he gives me 12 damn dollars. I say..."ummm...excuse me...Mistah...I gave you 40 dollars." "Oh no" says he "thats what you gave me, I put it right in this pocket!" That's until Kurt stood up (yes, he showed up around 2 or 3 - and he's a gianormous dude) SUDDENLY - ExMr finds my 40 dollars in his "other pocket" Fucker. Unbelievable...again I say...as if...So now, owner of WP Central is fucking hammered. And I'm not.
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