so, i just got back from a/b the most stressful vacation of my life:
got no sleep friday night, up packing, didn't want to leave the dog and cats, had to get up at 3:45 anyway to make our godawful early flight.
got to d.c. skyy met us at the airport - joy!
went shopping.
ate thai take out.
got ready for a big night out.
club 1223 is a big deal in d.c. - p diddy went there . . . -
well, skyy's brother-in-law, when he lived in dc was a bartender or bouncer or something and roommate w/ this guy josh, who is now a bouncer/manager, i don't know, at club 1223. said he would get us in.
skyy had never been there, just heard it was cool and wanted to show us a good time.
so we get into the city and call josh (who earlier that day was calling her sweetheart and swearing up and down that he would like nothing more than to see her and meet her friends, show us a good time, etc) acts all aloof and asks her "skyy who?", then asks if we're all wearing the proper attire?
skyy's like - well, we're not in clown suits, if that's what you mean. no, no tennis shoes . . . well, we didn't just come from playing a set w/ buffy at the country club, but the guys are wearing sneakers.so we get there, he doesn't even look at us. i try to introduce myself and hubby and say nice to meet you and thanks, etc, he won't even look in my eyes, just tells us to "be good" and walks away.
at this point we all know we dont' want to be there, but i don't want to hurt skyy's feelings b/c she wanted to show us a good time, so we go in, have a drink.
it is so full of posers you can't even move.
stripes are, apparently, the new black, guys.
and there are all these girls w/ the tiny purses dancing in a circle spilling their wine on skyy's boyfriend.
we hate them! we laugh b/c the tiny purse is proof that you have no man - b/c if you have a man, he is holding your id, credit card and lipstick, and what else do you need?
so we head out of there pretty fast and go to a much better club and have some fun.
before we get too wasted we go home so we can get wasted in the safety of home.
and we do.
skyy and i take our relationship another step in the direction we knew we've been heading for a long time.
it was great.
then party fouls were committed and things got weird.
the next day we're all cracked out but determined to do d.c.
we go to a beautiful state park w/ some amazing water falls - i can't remember the name right now.
we go to the mall and walk around the monuments.
the next day hubby and i meet my family in the outer banks.
we spend a/b 18 hrs there before we get evacuated in front of hurricaine isabel.
i got to walk on the beach twice and see the carcass of a dead leather back sea turtle.
cool.
my hubby and dad got to play 9 holes of golf.
then the whole family proceedes to drive to my parent's house outside richmond, va where we spend one night before the storm hits and we loose power.
they are still w/out power.
a 90 ft. pecan tree in their yard toppled over, thank god it missed the house.
the place looks like - well, like a hurricaine hit.
my one sister is suffering from postpartum depression.
my other sister, the alchoholic whom i thought hadn't been drinking these past 2 years, suffered a relapse. drank a/b all the booze in the house in a 24 hr period, slurring her words and stumbling around and thinks no one notices she's drinking straight vodka at 8 in the morning.
what do we do?
skyy was supposed to fly out here to CO yesterday to visit her sister and then spend a week w/ me.
but she hasn't returned my phonecalls or emails.
hubby says there could be a million reasons.
alexandria, va, where she lives, also was hit hard by the storm. there was massive flooding. maybe they lost power - no computer - no phone b/c her only phone is her cell and maybe she lost her charge and can't recharge it.
but if she's here in CO w/ her sister she could have checked her email by now.
she could have recharged her phone and called me.
i know. too much information.
no wonder i have insomnia.
i have to go scoop cat litter and fold laundry and run w/ the dog.
fuck.
got no sleep friday night, up packing, didn't want to leave the dog and cats, had to get up at 3:45 anyway to make our godawful early flight.
got to d.c. skyy met us at the airport - joy!
went shopping.
ate thai take out.
got ready for a big night out.
club 1223 is a big deal in d.c. - p diddy went there . . . -
well, skyy's brother-in-law, when he lived in dc was a bartender or bouncer or something and roommate w/ this guy josh, who is now a bouncer/manager, i don't know, at club 1223. said he would get us in.
skyy had never been there, just heard it was cool and wanted to show us a good time.
so we get into the city and call josh (who earlier that day was calling her sweetheart and swearing up and down that he would like nothing more than to see her and meet her friends, show us a good time, etc) acts all aloof and asks her "skyy who?", then asks if we're all wearing the proper attire?
skyy's like - well, we're not in clown suits, if that's what you mean. no, no tennis shoes . . . well, we didn't just come from playing a set w/ buffy at the country club, but the guys are wearing sneakers.so we get there, he doesn't even look at us. i try to introduce myself and hubby and say nice to meet you and thanks, etc, he won't even look in my eyes, just tells us to "be good" and walks away.
at this point we all know we dont' want to be there, but i don't want to hurt skyy's feelings b/c she wanted to show us a good time, so we go in, have a drink.
it is so full of posers you can't even move.
stripes are, apparently, the new black, guys.
and there are all these girls w/ the tiny purses dancing in a circle spilling their wine on skyy's boyfriend.
we hate them! we laugh b/c the tiny purse is proof that you have no man - b/c if you have a man, he is holding your id, credit card and lipstick, and what else do you need?
so we head out of there pretty fast and go to a much better club and have some fun.
before we get too wasted we go home so we can get wasted in the safety of home.
and we do.
skyy and i take our relationship another step in the direction we knew we've been heading for a long time.
it was great.
then party fouls were committed and things got weird.
the next day we're all cracked out but determined to do d.c.
we go to a beautiful state park w/ some amazing water falls - i can't remember the name right now.
we go to the mall and walk around the monuments.
the next day hubby and i meet my family in the outer banks.
we spend a/b 18 hrs there before we get evacuated in front of hurricaine isabel.
i got to walk on the beach twice and see the carcass of a dead leather back sea turtle.
cool.
my hubby and dad got to play 9 holes of golf.
then the whole family proceedes to drive to my parent's house outside richmond, va where we spend one night before the storm hits and we loose power.
they are still w/out power.
a 90 ft. pecan tree in their yard toppled over, thank god it missed the house.
the place looks like - well, like a hurricaine hit.
my one sister is suffering from postpartum depression.
my other sister, the alchoholic whom i thought hadn't been drinking these past 2 years, suffered a relapse. drank a/b all the booze in the house in a 24 hr period, slurring her words and stumbling around and thinks no one notices she's drinking straight vodka at 8 in the morning.
what do we do?
skyy was supposed to fly out here to CO yesterday to visit her sister and then spend a week w/ me.
but she hasn't returned my phonecalls or emails.
hubby says there could be a million reasons.
alexandria, va, where she lives, also was hit hard by the storm. there was massive flooding. maybe they lost power - no computer - no phone b/c her only phone is her cell and maybe she lost her charge and can't recharge it.
but if she's here in CO w/ her sister she could have checked her email by now.
she could have recharged her phone and called me.
i know. too much information.
no wonder i have insomnia.
i have to go scoop cat litter and fold laundry and run w/ the dog.
fuck.
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quest36833:
Its good to see you back, although it sucks that your trip wasnt that great..
lucky1336929:
reading your journal entries is exhausting. and i know i say this every time but DONT WORRY SO MUCH! i understand its not that easy, but if theres one thing i learned when i was in the hospital, its that things have a way of working themsleves out. so you can either worry yourself to death and have things work out, or chill the fuck out and have things work out. i like door number 2.