Lost In Haste

I should have known it was going to happen.  Friday was so wonderful that it would only make sense Saturday would go so poorly…  I don’t really know how it keeps happening but my past few weekends have somehow managed to be both good and bad.  Sadly, this one followed the pattern…

As most weekend do, mine started out with leaving work…  I changed, jumped in my car and sped off in the direction of Cape to see some people.  After a monotone drive (I almost feel asleep twice despite the influence of my iPod) I ended up at the old dorm.  Diane and I ended up going out to eat at this tiny little pizza place that has been around since before my parents attended SEMO.  We both ate way too much pizza and garlic bread (of course it was delicious) and talked for a while (an hour or so, I think).

After a short visit with Mike back at her room, Diane and I called it a night and I headed over in the direction of the park.  Jessica and Lyndsey decided it was high time to move out of the dorms, so they’re renting a house.  Of course I got lost on the way there (and had to be given directions over the phone).  It only took me twenty or so minutes to navigate my way over the river (flood-drain actually) and through the woods to their place.

I finally pulled into the driveway and the fun began.  Everyone was already drinking by that point so I raced to catch up.  Jessica had some people from St. Louis visiting and Lyndsey’s boy-toy, hot Josh (who looked better than I remembered), had his brother visiting, so there were a lot of people.  Anyway, back the hear of the matter,I ended up drinking enough vodka to let loose the giggle (not a long story, but I don’t really want to get into it)…  I haven’t drank that much since the infamous night at The Complex, so it was a miracle I didn’t puke in the sink again…

After a quick shower and the morning (I love that I don’t get hang overs) and a hug goodbye to Jessica, I was out the door like a bolt of lightning and got to Denny’s before Carol.  She was shocked as hell to actually have to walk up to me (I’m always late when I go meet friends).  The serious sucked, but the food was good and the conversation (about boys as usual) was great!  Unfortunately, you can only sit around at Denny’s for so long after a night of drinking and fries in the morning before its time to leave.

I stopped in Perryville on the way back up to see my little cousins (as in 17 and 19).  While I was there, I also grabbed my Uncle’s music library and soon after, I headed home (this time I only almost feel asleep once).  Upon arrival, I was told that we were heading over to the Grandma’s house for my brother’s twenty-first birthday dinner.  I really needed to go take a long nap (four hours of sleep and alcohol makes a guy tired) and didn’t want to spend time with the family but my Grandma had invited everyone so I got ready…

…big mistake…

There is no way I can give a detailed description to how horrible the car ride to my Grandma’s house was (for some reason, all five of us took one car)…  Of course my little brother (Nick: 13 years of age) was a complete ass to me and of course my parents were fine with it.  I stopped counting after the twenty-second time my little brother called me a fag…

Dinner was any better (in fact it was worse).  I don’t think it appropriate to repeat the thing my brother said and the names he called me.  It was only through the intervention of some higher power my Grandma didn’t hear a thing (her hearing aids were on the fritz).

I can’t remember the last time I was as angry at my parents as I was last night.  They finally grounded my little brother and took his phone away on the ride back after him talking about me going to prison.  Of course, he had his phone back this after noon and was playing his Wii, so it didn’t stick for long.

I know I should wrap this up better, but I really don’t want to type anymore.  In fact, I think I’m actually getting sick of this blog…  It seems pointless to go through a awful expriece and then have to relive it while telling the entire world (or in my case, the office).