"revenge of sweet man" and other stuff...

so, eeeeeck! this week has flown by-its been so damn busy and crazy i havnt had time for anything! there have been so many times i wanted to write and just didnt have the time. so catch-up....much better than last week. im now carrying a real "what-the-fuck-ever" attitude thats keeping me lighthearted. im relieved its over, im just pissed it went for as long as it did which is partially my fault. i accept that. everybody gets what they deserve in the end. as for him i can only think, "i truly hope she gives you everything you gave to me."
then, a friend was in a pretty bad motorcycle accident while drunk. he is actually probably in surgery as i type this. they had to wait a few days for the swelling to go down before they could operate. he shattered his jaw, and most of the left side of his face. its scary. it really has bothered me. so what did i do?
3 guesses....
yes, i got drunk. its been awhile! i have been so good because of school and work so i got really loaded off a few (well 7 or 8) drinks. and then proceded to have THE night of insanity. which leads me to revenge of the sweet man. after a casual sex hookup attempt with an ex gone awry ;) i still wanted to party, so i called sweet man because i had actually run into him with his new girl (the stripper with a heart of gold) lets call her tweety. i have no hangup with him-and no problem with her so i met them for a drink. i said i was going home and offerred to take them to the next place they were going to which was on my way home. no problem. i try to drop them off and they insist i stay for one drink. this is where it gets CRAZY! (and it is no fun dealing with crazy alcoholics, if you have never had the pleasure i highly recommend avoiding it-literally, run away!!!!!) so i go to the bathroom and there is this weird keychain hanging on my keyring. i think-oh they played some dumb joke on me, obnoxious-whatever. so i take it off, come out, and set it in front of tweety and tell her-thanks, i dont need it. she turns and starts chirping something about she thought i might need it. i laugh it off, "no, no...."
i go outside to call jess for a moment. sweet man comes out and he is not happy.
"whats your problem? why you gotta dis my girl? tweety tried to give you a gift and you throw it back in her face like garbage?" on and on and on. after i pick up my jaw i calmly tell him-i thought it was joke. "i dont believe you, and i dont know what kind of shit you're trying to pull...." im in shock-utterly. im mumbling-its a keychain and then i see tweety slam out of the bar and head our way. and she looks like a mad rooster (as a opposed to a sweet but annoying small yellow bird) oh shit-thinks my little inner person-this isnt going to be fun.
tweety's sweet little bird voice is shrieking at me ina very ugly way. and she is crying-no joke. "i am 39 years old and i know your game you think you are so smart you wanna fuck him i gave you a gift and you throw it in my face........" this went on for a long time and i had to remind myself-she is a drunk, she's just playing out her drama. then she bumped me leaning towards sweety (i do think that was an accident) and i immediately said-dont you touch me. she backed over quick but didnt cease her tirade. i tried to just say im sorry, ect. joke, ect. but, they wouldnt stop-and for fucks sake-ITS A KEYCHAIN!!!! get real. so finally i said-im not dealing with this bullshit-all i wanted to do was drop you off and tried to walk away. i seriously think this 39 yr old stripper wanted to fight (or maybe just smack me:) so, i stared her down. said-"i dont want him TRUST ME, i didnt mean to offend, thats it. im not doing this anymore." not counting the time in fifth grade i smacked a girl, i have never been in a fight. here is why-1. i dont want to hurt anyone. 2. i dont like violence. 3.I dont want to be hurt. 4. i must look intimidating when im pissed because no one has ever stepped up and actually hit me. i would fight like hell if i had to, but i will never throw the first hit, ever. she made a lame joke about spanking me, and sweety made a REALLY obnoxious comment about us spanking each other for his pleasure and that was it. i left. drove home half laughing. they are perfectly suited for each other. they are both fucking nuts. i almost wish i had thrown the godamned thing in her face since the accusation was thrown in my face so many times. i fail to mention this is a very abreviated version. we were probably out there for at least a half hour. its just almost unreal that people can be that whacked. i mean she was crying-im sure that was for sweet mans benefit but still.....
and all i wanted was a good night-oh well.
many good nights are coming. i just bought a new bed-!!! im going to live in that thing. i almost hope i get really sick so i can just live in it for awhile. just kidding!!!!!! (shouldnt wish things like that-it will end up being my deathbed...) anyway, so i only have two more nights of misery on the futon-from-hell
and then i will never want to go out anymore. someone will call, and i will be saying-yeah, im really busy....when im really just in bed. it beats spending the evening with sweety and tweety!