asshole.
this post will be a short one because i need to go get ready for my first therapy appointment. i'm nervous about it, but i also am excited. i think i could get more out of therapy at this point in my life than ever before.
we filled out the application for the new apartment last night. hopefully we hear back soon. also, my parents agreed to lend me the money to pay off everything after my court date on monday. that will keep me from having to go on probation - i'll have to make sure we pay them back. i need to apply for food stamps - i think we'd qualify and it would really help us financially until we get back on our feet. also, we need to file our taxes soon! maybe we'll get a bit back, though i'm not sure - carlin didn't make much last year, so i can't imagine we'd get a very substantial return.
the SMART meeting is tonight in asheville again, but i'm not sure if i'm going. last night was a CRAPPY night, and we were in asheville, and i don't know if i'll feel up to driving all the way back up there... or if i just want to relax and take it easy tonight. maybe i could even do an online meeting or something; i might look into that.
so last night, yeah, sucked. we went out to dinner... my husband invited the two guys from this post. the ones we got stuck going to a restaurant with before - i don't really like the guys. we invited another couple too, one that we used to be buddy-buddy with, but haven't really been on the best terms with since then.
to make a long story short (something i should practice doing more often), one of the dudes we invited - a guy from florida we really don't know that well - got absolutely TRASHED, made a lot of rude comments, embarassed himself and everyone else - and ultimately, picked a fight with the husband of the other couple that was there. he made such a dick out of himself - he hit on a girl at the bar who told him she was a lesbian, and then he tried to argue with her about it - tried to "tempt" her by promising that he "licks it before he sticks it." charming.
he called our friend, the wife of the couple, a bitch, and threatened to punch her. her husband wanted to go outside and fight him, but he was too shit-faced and probably knew he would have his ass kicked, so he declined. the wife stole his sweater and gave it away to someone else at the bar, leaving him in a short-sleeve teeshirt in the 30 degree weather. he was furious.
he nearly started a fight with MY husband on the walk back to the car, because he was really confused and couldn't remember who he was mad at for stealing his sweater.
he just made an idiot of himself. yet another reminder why i have quit drinking, and why i never want to start again. absolutely unbelievable. my husband drank with them, which upset me a bit - he tried to do a shot of 151 and puked. he should know better; we haven't drank that stuff in ages, and i don't think his stomach could handle it. but he didn't get out of control - just a little drunk - and though i was mad at him this morning for what seemed to me like going along with the asshole guy, he really didn't do anything nearly as bad as the guy did - and he agrees that we'll never hang out with him again.
i'm still upset and shaken up - i hate confrontation and i have never seen the husband in this couple mad, or threaten to fight someone - and i was really afraid there was going to a fistfight. i wanted to leave the asshole there, have him find his own way home, but i realized that wasn't the adult thing to do and i was as civil as i could be, trying to ignore him as much as possible. we got them home and said goodnight, and that's that. this guy will eventually get himself killed if he doesn't get his drinking under control somehow, and it depresses me - because asshole really isn't that bad of an asshole when he's sober - he's just a bit of a jackass. but drunk, he's a major asshole. i think he's really depressed and has some major issues; god, it makes me hate alcohol even more.
well i'd better go get ready for my session!
we filled out the application for the new apartment last night. hopefully we hear back soon. also, my parents agreed to lend me the money to pay off everything after my court date on monday. that will keep me from having to go on probation - i'll have to make sure we pay them back. i need to apply for food stamps - i think we'd qualify and it would really help us financially until we get back on our feet. also, we need to file our taxes soon! maybe we'll get a bit back, though i'm not sure - carlin didn't make much last year, so i can't imagine we'd get a very substantial return.
the SMART meeting is tonight in asheville again, but i'm not sure if i'm going. last night was a CRAPPY night, and we were in asheville, and i don't know if i'll feel up to driving all the way back up there... or if i just want to relax and take it easy tonight. maybe i could even do an online meeting or something; i might look into that.
so last night, yeah, sucked. we went out to dinner... my husband invited the two guys from this post. the ones we got stuck going to a restaurant with before - i don't really like the guys. we invited another couple too, one that we used to be buddy-buddy with, but haven't really been on the best terms with since then.
to make a long story short (something i should practice doing more often), one of the dudes we invited - a guy from florida we really don't know that well - got absolutely TRASHED, made a lot of rude comments, embarassed himself and everyone else - and ultimately, picked a fight with the husband of the other couple that was there. he made such a dick out of himself - he hit on a girl at the bar who told him she was a lesbian, and then he tried to argue with her about it - tried to "tempt" her by promising that he "licks it before he sticks it." charming.
he called our friend, the wife of the couple, a bitch, and threatened to punch her. her husband wanted to go outside and fight him, but he was too shit-faced and probably knew he would have his ass kicked, so he declined. the wife stole his sweater and gave it away to someone else at the bar, leaving him in a short-sleeve teeshirt in the 30 degree weather. he was furious.
he nearly started a fight with MY husband on the walk back to the car, because he was really confused and couldn't remember who he was mad at for stealing his sweater.
he just made an idiot of himself. yet another reminder why i have quit drinking, and why i never want to start again. absolutely unbelievable. my husband drank with them, which upset me a bit - he tried to do a shot of 151 and puked. he should know better; we haven't drank that stuff in ages, and i don't think his stomach could handle it. but he didn't get out of control - just a little drunk - and though i was mad at him this morning for what seemed to me like going along with the asshole guy, he really didn't do anything nearly as bad as the guy did - and he agrees that we'll never hang out with him again.
i'm still upset and shaken up - i hate confrontation and i have never seen the husband in this couple mad, or threaten to fight someone - and i was really afraid there was going to a fistfight. i wanted to leave the asshole there, have him find his own way home, but i realized that wasn't the adult thing to do and i was as civil as i could be, trying to ignore him as much as possible. we got them home and said goodnight, and that's that. this guy will eventually get himself killed if he doesn't get his drinking under control somehow, and it depresses me - because asshole really isn't that bad of an asshole when he's sober - he's just a bit of a jackass. but drunk, he's a major asshole. i think he's really depressed and has some major issues; god, it makes me hate alcohol even more.
well i'd better go get ready for my session!