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. *
Monday, June 12, 2006
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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