Drama, drama....trauma!!! eeEEEEeEEEeek!
I don't know if my weekend could have ended up any more CRAPTASTIC.
John finally threw a BBQ, I'd been hounding him for months to throw us all a BBQ and he finally does. Great right? Not great. As per usual, Nathan bails and decides to stay home. Kinda sucky but he comes and picks me up when I'm drunk so really, I can't complain.
The evening started out pretty normal, however Joe's step-dad, Al, was creeping me out. At first he was just offering to get me things and taking away my empties, and I didn't think anything of it. Then as the night progressed he kept putting his hand on my shoulder while he talked to me. If you're reading this then you probably know me well enough to know I don't like to be touched, but I didn't want to be rude and shake his hand off (I was sitting down and couldn't easily just step out of it) and really I just chalked it up to him being drunk. Harmless, right? That's what I thought...then, shortly after one the usual drama started going on (that is a whole other story, but it's always pretty much the same so we just expect it now) and my spidey sense started tingling. I called Nate, woke him up and asked him to come get me. Before he made it there Al had managed to corner me alone, and...no word of a fucking lie...said "So how'd you like to flip over the fence and go to bed with me?" (for your information, Joelene, Raelene, Connie, and Al all live next door to John). Uhm. Ugkkhsdf@#$. Shudder. Vomit. Shudder. Yuck. ERgle.
I don't think I have ever been *offended* in my entire life. I feel bad for being *offended* but seriously. I've known these people for 3 yrs, party at their house all the time, I've been with Nathan since before I'd ever met any of them, they've all met Nathan. Not to mention this guy is old enough to be my Dad, and he's disgusting any way you look at it. He lives in a freaking camper in his ex-wife's drive way for fucks sakes. Shudder. Puke. Vomit. And then I still feel guilty over the whole thing. And grossed right the hell out. ew. ewewewewew.
So then Saturday Nathan took me for lunch and I was supposed to have my complimetnary make over at Clinique, but when I was in the lobby of our apartment building I got flagged down by an elderly man who said he needed to go to the hospital. So I called him an ambulance and sat with him for 30 minutes til they arrived. Buddy is 87 y/o and feeling dizzy, otherwise he seemed fine. Probably just the heat. His apartment was locked up tight so it was swelteringly hot in there. Not to mention he has 22 analog clocks in his livingroom, 3 radios, and no TV. Geez even my grandparents had a TV.
So since I missed my make over I went home and had a nap, then refused to leave the house Saturday night or Sunday because I was sure the whole universe was out to get me.
John finally threw a BBQ, I'd been hounding him for months to throw us all a BBQ and he finally does. Great right? Not great. As per usual, Nathan bails and decides to stay home. Kinda sucky but he comes and picks me up when I'm drunk so really, I can't complain.
The evening started out pretty normal, however Joe's step-dad, Al, was creeping me out. At first he was just offering to get me things and taking away my empties, and I didn't think anything of it. Then as the night progressed he kept putting his hand on my shoulder while he talked to me. If you're reading this then you probably know me well enough to know I don't like to be touched, but I didn't want to be rude and shake his hand off (I was sitting down and couldn't easily just step out of it) and really I just chalked it up to him being drunk. Harmless, right? That's what I thought...then, shortly after one the usual drama started going on (that is a whole other story, but it's always pretty much the same so we just expect it now) and my spidey sense started tingling. I called Nate, woke him up and asked him to come get me. Before he made it there Al had managed to corner me alone, and...no word of a fucking lie...said "So how'd you like to flip over the fence and go to bed with me?" (for your information, Joelene, Raelene, Connie, and Al all live next door to John). Uhm. Ugkkhsdf@#$. Shudder. Vomit. Shudder. Yuck. ERgle.
I don't think I have ever been *offended* in my entire life. I feel bad for being *offended* but seriously. I've known these people for 3 yrs, party at their house all the time, I've been with Nathan since before I'd ever met any of them, they've all met Nathan. Not to mention this guy is old enough to be my Dad, and he's disgusting any way you look at it. He lives in a freaking camper in his ex-wife's drive way for fucks sakes. Shudder. Puke. Vomit. And then I still feel guilty over the whole thing. And grossed right the hell out. ew. ewewewewew.
So then Saturday Nathan took me for lunch and I was supposed to have my complimetnary make over at Clinique, but when I was in the lobby of our apartment building I got flagged down by an elderly man who said he needed to go to the hospital. So I called him an ambulance and sat with him for 30 minutes til they arrived. Buddy is 87 y/o and feeling dizzy, otherwise he seemed fine. Probably just the heat. His apartment was locked up tight so it was swelteringly hot in there. Not to mention he has 22 analog clocks in his livingroom, 3 radios, and no TV. Geez even my grandparents had a TV.
So since I missed my make over I went home and had a nap, then refused to leave the house Saturday night or Sunday because I was sure the whole universe was out to get me.