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Sunday, October 15, 2006

probably one of the worst nights I've had

It all started off fine and dandy. We went to the Rodeo at CN Centre. Docc, Colin, Whitey, Simone and some girl...we'll call her T for the sake of anonymity. Carol and Gerald showed up with Carol's sister, Barb and her husband, Don. There was some drinking and I had a nice buzz going. After the rodeo, we went to the dance at the Roll'O Dome where more drinking ensued. Docc was very drunk after not a lot of time and we enjoyed the live music of Ken McCoy. Many others showed up to the dance, including Gail, and Pope and Kelly. Well, Docc and T started dancing very close and making out and all that lovely stuff that I don't care if it happens, but I also don't care to watch. Anyway, I'm at one of the tables talking to Pope, when all of a sudden, T falls over one of the chairs. Some guy helps her up and sits her down on the chair next to me. She is so unbelievably durnk that she can't even keep her head up. I send Docc (also completely shitfaced) to get some water for her. She says to me that she needs to use the bathroom, so I support her while we wait in line for the bathroom. She can hardly stand up at this point. She goes into the stall and sits down and all of a sudden we can see her head hanging down by her feet and she's completely passed out. I tell the other ladies in the bathroom that I'm not abandoning her, I'm going to get water. I go back to the dancefloor and see Docc who gets excited when he sees me. I yell at him asking if he got the water and he grabs my arm to get me to go dance with him. I yell at him again and he keeps pulling me to the dance floor, so I smacked him on the arm and asked him once more if he got water. He keeps trying to pull me, so I swore at him and went back to the bathroom. The women in the washroom are telling me that this chick is totally passed out and I need to get her out of here and take care of her. At this point, I've had it. I look at them and tell them that I don't even know her. I just met her tonight and don't know her at all. I'm doing my best. So we're trying to get her out of the bathroom, and she stands up and opens the stall door and starts to leave, with her pants down around her ankle. I tell her she needs to pull her pants up before she leaves and it takes her a few tries, but she does get them on. I get her out of the bathroom and sit her down on the stairs. Docc comes up to me grinning like the fuckwit he is (note: I like Docc, but he is NOT my favorite person right now). I tell him she's fucked and needs water, so he hands me a mittfull of change. I get up and have to grab his face for him to make eye contact with me while I tell him to wait right here and make sure she doesn't go anywhere (not that I thought it likely). I got some water and got her to start sipping it. Then I went off in search of people who might be able to donate a little money towards paying for a cab home for her. When I came back to the stairs, (after finding NO ONE), Docc and T are making out again...kind of. It was pretty gross. Anyway, Docc says that he's leaving and he doesn't have his keys. I went off and got her purse and his coat, and they stumbled off. He tried to give me a hug before leaving, but by that point I was fed up.
So. Moving on. I went back to the dance (buzz effectively killed), and Pope was playing drums with Ken McCoy. Pretty cool, so I took a bunch of pictures and when he was done, we went and sat down. I hadn't seen Carol in a while and so I asked Pope if she had left or something and he and Kelly both said yeah, they had, and then they asked why I was swearing. I told them: My coat is in her truck, along with my keys in the pocket. Fuck. At this point, Whitey, who is very drunk, asks why I need my keys "I thought you were just going to sleep over at my place?" in his little Whitey way...and I flipped and told him to fuck off, this isn't the time. He tried to make light and so I kept swearing at him. He tried to rub my shoulders while he was saying it was a joke, but I shrugged him away and swore at him again. So, thank god for Pope who ended up driving me to Carol's house, slightly out of town, and when we find her truck isn't there, we went back into town to the Cadillac, where she also was not present. And finally, I called my cell phone again and again and again until someone answered. It was Carol's sister Barb, who decided to tell me that they had gone to Jasper. Didn't make any sense to me because it wasn';t actually possible for them to drive that far in that ammount of time, but they wanted to play with me. And believe me, I was in no mood for playing. Finally, they met Pope, Kelly and me at the station and gave me my coat, keys and cell phone. Then Pope drove me home.
The whole reason I missed Carol leaving is because I was babysitting T.
Fuck. I'm tired and I've had enough. This is why I don't go out.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ouch, that's really harsh. I say you find "T" and work out a payment option, considering you babysat her all night. And I'm surprised all you did was swear at them. A kick in the face would have been justified. Agree with the whole going out thing. But hope things look up for you.

*M* said...

wtf??? this is why i shouldn't have left you in pg. i demand u pack up and start driving down here RIGHT now! u are much too nice, and well done for snapping on those who repeatedly take advantage of you.

Heather K. said...

Bloody drunk sluts.....

When the cat's away the mice will play.

But guess what T? The cat's back....yeah she better be scared!!!!

Hehehehe....(evil maniacal laughter)