"The Law Strikes Again"...
So I actually went out last night...Was told that last night, was the *last* Godfrey's EVER, so I threw on my shoes (Sneakers), and went...Ant picked me up...The night was looking alright for once...Or so I thought...
Got to the AWS...Hung with Pat, Ryan, and Justin abit...Got plastered off tha Steelies...Played Bass and drums a little...Lauren got "disinfranchised" at the fact that I was looking rather "Normal", and/or "dressed down"...The look on her face pure horrorshow ;) *lol*...Yeah I was dressed down...Don't usually go out to hang in my work clothes, but I was lazy last night, and just wanted to drink dammit...11:30pm we took off...Got there, and said "hi" to the regulars...Liz, Kyle, Steven, Paul, Ella, and a few others...Ant was worried that he'd run into Raquel...Little did he know that would be the LAST of his worries that night :(...
But the night was young...Got grinded on, and even got a "psuedo-lap-dance" from Breezy...Had a "poking match" with Brandi...And Lauren sat on my lap *lol*...WTF?! Have I become THAT fucking "desirable" or something?...Or am I just that "fun" of a guy?...I'm baffled...Even Randy's friend Jessica seemed to always migrate over to the spot I was sitting to dance in front of me...Or maybe that part was my drunken imagination...Oh well...One Long Island after the next, me and Ant became more and more inebriated...Me I was just happy drunk 'ol me...Ant still had obvious baggage that he was dealing with...
So after last call, we left, and stood outside for alittle...Ant REALLY out of it at this point, but I just shrugged it off as him being drunk and silly...Went 3rd Street for grub...Was hoping that Ant would sober up abit with all that food...No such luck...
The ride home (Or the attempt) was hell...We stopped off at his old apartment...I knew what it was for, but I kept my comments to myself...Most of them at least, and urged him to "just take us home"...He was an emotional mess...Almost crying, almost showing outwardly what was wrong...And the more I tried to help, the more he said that he "wished I wasn't there"...So, he didn't find what he wanted to at the apartment...So we headed for Laura's work...But halfway there we almost plowed right into the side of a FUCKING COP CAR...
They had the road (Broad St., right in front of the Science Museum) blocked off, by sticking the fucking car in the middle of the damn street...Visibility was next to NILL due to the rain, so we almost plowed them through...A part of me wishes we had...So we screeched the breaks, and they waved us over...Dumb rookie looking for an "easy collar" decided that he wanted to check Ant out for being intoxicated...Unfortunately he got what he wanted...
He gave Ant the normal "field sobriety tests", and found Ant to be inebriated...But he let him go with a court date...How "nice" of the fucking Pig...It's kinda ironic though as I told Ant to watch out for cops, and to watch his speed cause of said "law enforcement" all night...I gues my warnings went again, unheeded...
We couldn't drive the car home...Ant was abit pissed about that...Worried that he'd have to "pay for a tow", even though the cop just said for him to get "someone" to pick the thing up...And trying to explain this to him in his drunken-emotional state was impossible...All he knew is that he wanted to smash the car window (He locked his keys in the car), and drive the thing home, despite what the cop said...I was able to talk him outta it, however he was getting just as mad at me for trying to be a friend...
We made it as far as Channello's...He repeated his statement from earlier that "he wished I wasn't there", so I parted ways...He was determined to get to where Laura worked, even though I told him that my mom would come get us, and drive us home...And, as I've learned in the past, you can't stop that "man on a mission" no matter how hard you try...So I just got my mom to come get me, after standing in the fucking rain for like an hour and a half, and came home...
How is he doing, you ask?...I have no unearthly clue...I hope he's doing ok, as I do care about him, however he needs to figure himself out...About Raquel, about his situation, and any other problems he might have lingering about...I can't live his life for him...And I'm not gonna try to solve his problems for him anymore...All he ever does is get mad at me, and "wishes me away"...So, yeah...
Now I sit here, pondering if I'm "sick enough" to call outta work tonight...Sure I coughed up a lung a few minutes ago, and my tempature's sky fucking high, but I'm still not sure...That and I have to play it like I am going regaurdless, as so my mom won't "shoo" my dad away because "he has no reason to be here if I'm not going to work"...Nyquil-Land, here I come...
FUCK THIS.
Cheers.
Got to the AWS...Hung with Pat, Ryan, and Justin abit...Got plastered off tha Steelies...Played Bass and drums a little...Lauren got "disinfranchised" at the fact that I was looking rather "Normal", and/or "dressed down"...The look on her face pure horrorshow ;) *lol*...Yeah I was dressed down...Don't usually go out to hang in my work clothes, but I was lazy last night, and just wanted to drink dammit...11:30pm we took off...Got there, and said "hi" to the regulars...Liz, Kyle, Steven, Paul, Ella, and a few others...Ant was worried that he'd run into Raquel...Little did he know that would be the LAST of his worries that night :(...
But the night was young...Got grinded on, and even got a "psuedo-lap-dance" from Breezy...Had a "poking match" with Brandi...And Lauren sat on my lap *lol*...WTF?! Have I become THAT fucking "desirable" or something?...Or am I just that "fun" of a guy?...I'm baffled...Even Randy's friend Jessica seemed to always migrate over to the spot I was sitting to dance in front of me...Or maybe that part was my drunken imagination...Oh well...One Long Island after the next, me and Ant became more and more inebriated...Me I was just happy drunk 'ol me...Ant still had obvious baggage that he was dealing with...
So after last call, we left, and stood outside for alittle...Ant REALLY out of it at this point, but I just shrugged it off as him being drunk and silly...Went 3rd Street for grub...Was hoping that Ant would sober up abit with all that food...No such luck...
The ride home (Or the attempt) was hell...We stopped off at his old apartment...I knew what it was for, but I kept my comments to myself...Most of them at least, and urged him to "just take us home"...He was an emotional mess...Almost crying, almost showing outwardly what was wrong...And the more I tried to help, the more he said that he "wished I wasn't there"...So, he didn't find what he wanted to at the apartment...So we headed for Laura's work...But halfway there we almost plowed right into the side of a FUCKING COP CAR...
They had the road (Broad St., right in front of the Science Museum) blocked off, by sticking the fucking car in the middle of the damn street...Visibility was next to NILL due to the rain, so we almost plowed them through...A part of me wishes we had...So we screeched the breaks, and they waved us over...Dumb rookie looking for an "easy collar" decided that he wanted to check Ant out for being intoxicated...Unfortunately he got what he wanted...
He gave Ant the normal "field sobriety tests", and found Ant to be inebriated...But he let him go with a court date...How "nice" of the fucking Pig...It's kinda ironic though as I told Ant to watch out for cops, and to watch his speed cause of said "law enforcement" all night...I gues my warnings went again, unheeded...
We couldn't drive the car home...Ant was abit pissed about that...Worried that he'd have to "pay for a tow", even though the cop just said for him to get "someone" to pick the thing up...And trying to explain this to him in his drunken-emotional state was impossible...All he knew is that he wanted to smash the car window (He locked his keys in the car), and drive the thing home, despite what the cop said...I was able to talk him outta it, however he was getting just as mad at me for trying to be a friend...
We made it as far as Channello's...He repeated his statement from earlier that "he wished I wasn't there", so I parted ways...He was determined to get to where Laura worked, even though I told him that my mom would come get us, and drive us home...And, as I've learned in the past, you can't stop that "man on a mission" no matter how hard you try...So I just got my mom to come get me, after standing in the fucking rain for like an hour and a half, and came home...
How is he doing, you ask?...I have no unearthly clue...I hope he's doing ok, as I do care about him, however he needs to figure himself out...About Raquel, about his situation, and any other problems he might have lingering about...I can't live his life for him...And I'm not gonna try to solve his problems for him anymore...All he ever does is get mad at me, and "wishes me away"...So, yeah...
Now I sit here, pondering if I'm "sick enough" to call outta work tonight...Sure I coughed up a lung a few minutes ago, and my tempature's sky fucking high, but I'm still not sure...That and I have to play it like I am going regaurdless, as so my mom won't "shoo" my dad away because "he has no reason to be here if I'm not going to work"...Nyquil-Land, here I come...
FUCK THIS.
Cheers.