Last night I experienced something that blew my freakin mind. I say all the time that I'm a homebody, a loner. I don't get out much but to go shopping and the bookstore and outings with my mom and son. Every once in a while I'll tag along with my husband to one of his friends house. Last night it was his friend he knew since high school. Another of his best friends from school was there too. Brian. I've known them for 15 years. If I see them in the store or something, I'll talk to them, but I'm not very social, so I don't know them that well on a personal social level. Well, yeah, I suppose I do and that's probably why we don't hang out all that often. But I hear things. And you know what, that's the way it will stay. Anytime we have done get togethers everyone has to consume so much liquor, it's disgusting. I thought that becasue we were all older now, they weren't like that. But oh no, it's much worse, because now instead of it being some friends together for the weekend to have a few drinks, now they are fucking alcoholics. Brian comes over to my house all the time...During the day...so I've only seen him drunk a few times over the years. I just don't like to hang out like that. Thank goodness neither does my husband. I'm an adult, I have my son with me for fucks sake! I don't need to get all stupid drunk! That's shit for when your young.
Well, had it not been for wanting to stick around for the wife of the guy's house we were at, I would have insisted we leave within a half an hour of arriving. I take that back, had my son seen what I saw, we would have left immediately, and had the guy not left we would have left. This guy...OMG it was so fucking disgusting. He fuckin threw up all over his food. We got there right when they started eating. Luckily for Debbie, it was outside. But the guy was so freakin drunk at 8 pm, he couldn't even eat. And do you want to know what the most horrific thing about that was...HIS FUCKING KIDS WATCHED HIM DO IT! and the little girl, maybe 7 or 8 says to him that that was kinda cool, Daddy! My eyes were about to pop out of my fucking head as I stared at my husband.
I don't know, had this been anyone else's house, regardless I would have left. But even though I am not a huge social person, these people I have known nearly as long as my husband. So my empathy for Debbie just skyrocketed. That was her brother in law. And Frank, her husband, my husband's friend, didn't even know, because he was so fuckin shit-faced. And Brian's reaction was, "Oh, he's a good guy. Just has some issues." WTF?? Issues?? Issues my ass! He had his kids right there with him! I have issues too. But that doesn't give me the fucking right to expose my child to that kind of behavior. He's out of his god damn mind. I'm just thankful Devin went out in the woods with the other kids and was clueless to all this. I mean, poor Debbie was trying to clean it all up and it was making her nearly vomit. It was totally fucked up. And man do I know fucked up. One of the last warm fuzzy memories I have of my father was my grandmother telling me and my sister that we need to go in there and comfort him and tell him we love him. HE WAS FUCKING HIGH ON GOD KNOWS WHAT! But she made us go to him and tell him that we love him and want him to be okay. I was 9! I hated her for that. I don't understand what adults think sometimes. I'm an adult. I know what's right and what's wrong. Why doesn't everyone else??
Well, that guy left shortly after. And another thankgoodness--he didn't drive. He only lives a block away or so. I got to talk with Debbie a bit. I've never really talked with her before. I don't know why. I tend to find myself glued to where ever my husband is when we're out like that. I had no idea what she put up with every single day living with her husband. I couldn't do it. I always felt a little intimidated by her. She's outspoken, and from an outsiders point of view, kinda rude. But I had her pegged so wrong! And I am so sorry for that. Because if I had to live with a drunk like that, I'd be one pissed off bitch too. My husband buys a can of beer maybe twice a month for after he mows the grass! A can! Not a case or a six pack. Just a can! And that is why Brian and Frank seldom come to our house. We don't drink, or Shawn doesn't drink.
When you don't drink and you are around people that are beyond drunk, it's really disgusting. I had no idea that these two guys were heading down the road they are on. They're gonna end up killing themselves. They have their excuses. And they will never own up to their addiction until something tragic happens. And that is so fucking sad! One of the biggest things that gets me about a drunk person is they argue their ability to drive. "Oh, I'm fine! I can walk in a straight line. No cops going to pull me over." That last one boggles my mind and Brian said it last night when he decided not to let Shawn drive him home when we left, all becasue he didn't want to leave the party of two yet. There was more liquor to be consumed (Debbie reassured me that he would be staying the night) But it's that a drunk person only worries about themselves and getting a DWI. Hello!! Fucking assholes, what about me? What about my mom? Or my neighbor? Or your neighbor? Or all the other innocent people that just might be on the road when your intoxicated mind veers off into the other lane or doesn't notice the traffic signals and YOU KILL SOMEONE??? WHy is that never a concern for them? They are so self-absorbed that they don't even think about anyone else. That is just beyond me! I lost ALL respect for those two guys last night. Brian has done some stupid things in the past, but watching them two last night...No way. Absolutely disgusting.
I don't understand peoples need to drink. Just a few weeks ago we were at a guy's house my husband used to work with. Now they are not heavy drinkers. But they are social drinkers. I got so pissed. Niether the husband or the wife would accept that I did not want an acoholic drink. Both of them were listing off different things. I kept saying no thank you and they kept rattling off. I snapped at the wife. I don't get snappy with people, except my husband. But dammit she wouldn't quit! No means fuckin no, right? Finally, we settled on water!
Not what I expected when Shawn asked me the other day if I wanted to go to Frank's and Debbie's Saturday.
Anyway, if you're still with me after all that, I did do something nice for myself yesterday afternoon. A week or so ago
MsMoonlight did a post called "Five on Friday" about five stupid things about her :). One of them was that she hated unpainted toenails. I thought, Oh man, I haven't painted my toenails in years!! I don't even have any polish it's been so long. What I did have I tossed! So what I did yesterday (
thank you, MsMoonlight) was I painted my toenails. I went to the beauty supply store, picked out a few colors and made my toes pretty :). And I splurged and bought a new pair of sandals to go with my pretty new toes. See blogging can be very good for your mental well-being. That one little act of painting my toenails made me feel really good about myself.

I hope you all had a good weekend.