Really? It's Been A Week??

My apologies for not being around this week.  I've got stuff going on, just not a whole lot to write about I guess.  We'll do a week in review just in case I forgot something.....

Friday night I went out with a bunch of people to hear a band.  It was ok.  Cameron was my companion for the night and annoyed me pretty much the entire time.  It didn't help that they didn't have any Bacardi Limon, so I wasn't really feeling it.  We decided to head over to my sister's bar since we were already up that way and had a better time over there, where I did manage to catch a buzz.  Here are some of the pics.  Apparently Dave got a lot of boobie in his face.....

Nicole & Tara

Dave & Cass

I think there's something to be said for being the fat funny guy.....  All the girls like some Dave :)

We get back to the house LATE.....  Dave stays for a minute and then it's just me and Cameron.  He is so fucked up you could probably ask him his name and he wouldn't know it.  We're talking and he tells me that he wants to be with me..... Not as in have sex.  As in be in a relationship.  I would have rather he meant sex.  He was all serious and shit.  I'm laughing.  He's not.  WTF?  He goes on and on about how I'm a really cool girl and he could see himself starting a life with me and blah, blah, blah....  At this point I want to barf.  What happened to just hanging out and having a good time?  I told him that I didn't think that was a possibility.  He's got too much wrong with him, not the least of which was me seeing him snorting Percocet more than once since Wednesday night.  Who does that???  He assured me that he only did that sometimes.  Yeah right.  I know that game.  Not having it buddy.  Finally he passes out.  THANK GOD.

I had to be up early for soccer on Saturday so I pushed Cameron out the door assuring him I'd call him later.  For the record, I didn't.  Saturday night we got blown off for our tattoos, prompting me to ask Tattoo Guy if he even wanted to do them.  I know plenty of other people who tattoo for a living who'd do it without and problems.  He assured me that it was just because they ran out of something that he needed was the only reason he couldn't do it.  Whatever.  If it's not done this weekend, we're going elsewhere. 

Earlier that day I was texting back and forth with my friend Brad, who is in the hospital.  He asked me if I'd come up and visit.  His wife works nights and he was bored, so I went up.  It was probably the most enjoyable two hours of my weekend, just talking about old times and how things used to be.  It was a nice diversion from the partying that I'd been doing pretty much all week.  I feel bad for him though.  He's got a bone disease and just recovered from a broken femur only to have his wife give him a hug that broke his jaw.  There is pretty much nothing they can do to help his condition and from the few people that I have spoken to that have known him since childhood he wasn't even expected to live this long.  I guess maybe I should have spent more time paying attention to stuff like that when we dated....

I had my phone turned off while I was at the hospital.  Tara was being weird about me going somewhere and not telling her where.  It's rare that I don't tell her where I'm going, but every time I mention Brad she's like EWW why do you talk to him, blah, blah, blah, so needless to say I just said I had something to do and I'd be back in the hood later.  I turned on my phone as I was walking out of the hospital and had like 20 texts from the hood wondering where I was and inquiring as to my safety. 

First of all people, I'm 31 years old.  I've lived in some of the shittiest parts of town.  Going down to a hospital on campus isn't the worst thing I've ever done.  I know how to take care of myself.  Just because I didn't get a permission slip to leave the hood doesn't mean that I'm in danger or that I'm doing something scandalous.  I shot back some nasty texts and told them I'd be back to my side of town in 20 minutes.

Everyone was drunk when I arrived.  Big surprise.....  One of my friends, Mary, was there and I hadn't seen her in forever, even though she only lives two streets over.  We were having a nice conversation when my arch nemesis, Shelli, rudely interrupts the conversation trying to tell us a bigger, better story.

Let's pause for a minute.  I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE BUTT INTO CONVERSATIONS HAVING BEEN THERE, DONE THAT AND HAVE A BIGGER, BETTER STORY.  It pisses me off.  This bitch has to do it every single time somebody says something.

Needless to say, since I didn't even have a buzz, I flew off the handle and pretty much told her how everyone hated her and that she was a big fat liar.  She sat down and cried for a minute, then tried apologizing.  I wasn't having it.  I raised my hand to hit her and thought better of it.  I took an open handed swing and knocked her full drink flying into the bushes.  She didn't need it anyway, her eyes were going two different directions like a fish.  With that, I was out.  Back down to the house by 11:30.  Did some stuff for soccer and was sleeping by midnight.

Sunday my plan was to lay in bed all day and do nothing.  My plan was squashed by Jordan texting me that he was bringing Ev home at 10am.  Alright then....  The child was evil all day.  I hope he gets used to this dual life thing and isn't shitty like this every time he spends time with Jordan.  Ugh.  I don't know that anything great happened the rest of the day.  I did talk to Cameron at some point, but it was brief, like "I'm going to bed, I'll talk to you tomorrow" sort of talking.

Fast forward to Wednesday.  It was the first nice day this week, so we had a fire at my place.  It was nice and at one point there were probably 20 people there.  That is absolutely my favorite thing.  Kids running around, adults sitting around the fire listening to music and having a good time.  I broke down and invited Cam over.  He'd been texting me good morning every day this week.  I was lonely and didn't have another option that night.  He got there and drank very little beer, I was like ok, cool.  Maybe he was being real when he said he wasn't as excessive as it looked.  We stayed out until around 11 and then went into the house.  He asked if he could pull the car into the driveway because he had a bunch of tools in it.  Yeah, fine.  10 minutes later when he came in, he was fucked up.  I was pissed.  So much so that I briefly entertained throwing him out.  I didn't though.  He couldn't even walk straight, let alone drive all the way to the other side of town.  Instead, when he asked what was wrong, I told him I was annoyed and going to bed.  I rolled over and tried to sleep while he entertained the Percocet itchies for the next two hours.  Needless to say, when I got up in the morning I felt like I hadn't slept at all.  He left and I told him I'd call.  I haven't.  He's texted me and I've answered a couple of times.  Nothing major though.  I think this morning he was trying to get the invite to go out tonight, but I didn't do it.  I don't need that shit.  He's a nice guy and all, but I can't deal with someone who's got demons like he has.... God knows I've got my own that I need to work through.

We have lots of plans this weekend, so I'll be spread pretty thin.  Tonight my escort is this guy we'll call Tuesday Night Guy.  He's pretty much my perfect companion right now.  He likes to hang out, no strings attached and if sex happens, it happens.  If we fall asleep watching basketball, that's ok too.  My kind of guy.....

Have a good weekend peeps!