The Day after Thanksgiving
I had an absolute blast at the 5th If You Must Spend Thanksgiving With Your Family Do It Hungover Party! I've got lots of pictures and will be posting them on MySpace over the weekend. Except for Ben, it appears that everyone had a really good time. I got to see a number of folks I haven't seen in a while and got to meet some new ones that seem very extremely cool.
About the Ben Drama: Sorry about that! After the short messy situation in the living room and then the attack in the bathroom, I tried to make sure his drunken self was outside and removed from the party. For anyone that felt uncomfortable or found the need to be elsewhere because of the drama - major apologies. As everyone knows, that is NOT the norm for my house and the gatherings I throw. Again, my apologies. Many thanks to TP, Brandy, Dan, Heaven, and anybody else that helped to deal with that situation. And special thanks to 911 and the local law enforcement that came out that night and listened, because Ben sure as hell wasn't.
To Ben:
So... bdazmofo, you had to go and make it public and write about it on your LiveJournal. (Seeing how he unfriended me, I suppose somebody can let him know that I'm making my retort public as well. Thanks.)
That's the best you've got for an apology for the way you acted and performed on Wednesday night at my party and at my house?!?
I'm glad you are the only one who thinks you were not being mean, loud, obnoxious, ridiculously belligerent, and completely well out of hand. Me calling the cops had NOTHING to do with me disagreeing with you. I called them because of YOU! You were being rude and assholish to my guests, and when I asked you to call down you then directed your moronic lunacy directly at me.
After putting your hands around my throat in the bathroom, and then attempting to ram me through my front porch window (both of which you pathetically failed at), your welcome at The Homestead was definitely done. There was no calming you down. You didn't want to calm down. You wanted a fight. You weren't getting one. I made it clear I had no desire to hurt you. And that made you even more upset. Thus I snagged your keys during your sloppy attempt of trying to push me through my window.
You weren't going to be allowed to drive, but I didn't want you to stay either. We ordered you a taxi - you sent it away. We tried to get a friend to drive you home - you absolutely refused to leave. You didn't want to walk home. So I gave you a choice: either you left with Brandy or I was going to call the law and have them deal you and remove you from my property. You then went on another tirade about how I didn't know how the law worked and that they "wouldn't do shit". I gave you several more chances to leave with Brandy, and then YOU chose for me to call local law enforcement.
I'm glad I told the cops (do you remember his name... I do) that I didn't want you to go to jail. I told them that all I wanted was "my friend, the husband to my cousin, the one who is about to be a Daddy to his wife's child" to be gone and off my property. That would be the only reason you didn't go to jail. So, in lieu of you not saying Thank You, I'll say "Your Welcome".
Still, you had to go an make a public posting about it.
Oh well....
I wasn't going to get your truck impounded.... but now I'm thinking I don't want it in my yard anymore.
I'm pretty sure you need counseling.
One last thing: Natalie was having a bad day and wasn't feeling good earlier this week on Monday. So, without asking her, for Heroes Dinner I decided to make for her HER comfort food - cheesy mashed potatoes. Yep, I did that because I'm an asshole and I don't care about y'all.