One of my best friends is getting a divorce soon. I was over at her house last night helping her and her sister pack up her husband's shit into garbage bags. He'd gotten into a bottle of JD over the course of the evening while she was hosting a "girls only party" and Jack gets him pretty fucking mean.
Her party ran late, and he couldn't drive himself home from his friend's house, so he kept bugging her to come pick him up. When she finally had her party cleaned up, she picked him up and he'd expressed interest in hanging out with his friends some more at a bar downtown. She asked him if he'd like to go down there, and apparently he snapped. Aly's sister was in the car at the time and she did most of the retelling of this part of the story since Aly was far too angry to really remember how it went. Needless to say, it was pretty bad.
So, she called me up last night, and asked me to come over so she could tell me all about this and help her and Erin get his stuff sacked. I stole a beer when I got there, fully intending to have just that. We packed and smoked and talked. Then we started the real drinking. Rum first. That ran out, so we made Mudslides from a mix. We were getting pretty gone on that and somewhere along the line we opened a bottle of Kahlua and mixed that with the Mudslides. I think there was chocolate sauce involved. We ended up saying fuck the packing when we could barely speak right, and sat outside and talked...errr...slurred to each other for a few hours. We came inside and watched Blade and passed out around 5:30. (When I say "watched Blade" I really mean "laughed our asses off and made fun of the cheesey vampires.")
I woke up this morning with a wonderful hangover. If the taste in my mouth was even half as bad as whatever we were drinking, we would have had to have been really drunk to even smell it without gagging. It was fun, though.
Oh, apparently she's been cheating on him with me even though I haven't gotten any in close to a month. Yesterday, instead of having lunch like we said we were going to, we had a three-hour sex session because her hair was messed up when she came home. I wish someone would have told me.
Her party ran late, and he couldn't drive himself home from his friend's house, so he kept bugging her to come pick him up. When she finally had her party cleaned up, she picked him up and he'd expressed interest in hanging out with his friends some more at a bar downtown. She asked him if he'd like to go down there, and apparently he snapped. Aly's sister was in the car at the time and she did most of the retelling of this part of the story since Aly was far too angry to really remember how it went. Needless to say, it was pretty bad.
So, she called me up last night, and asked me to come over so she could tell me all about this and help her and Erin get his stuff sacked. I stole a beer when I got there, fully intending to have just that. We packed and smoked and talked. Then we started the real drinking. Rum first. That ran out, so we made Mudslides from a mix. We were getting pretty gone on that and somewhere along the line we opened a bottle of Kahlua and mixed that with the Mudslides. I think there was chocolate sauce involved. We ended up saying fuck the packing when we could barely speak right, and sat outside and talked...errr...slurred to each other for a few hours. We came inside and watched Blade and passed out around 5:30. (When I say "watched Blade" I really mean "laughed our asses off and made fun of the cheesey vampires.")
I woke up this morning with a wonderful hangover. If the taste in my mouth was even half as bad as whatever we were drinking, we would have had to have been really drunk to even smell it without gagging. It was fun, though.
Oh, apparently she's been cheating on him with me even though I haven't gotten any in close to a month. Yesterday, instead of having lunch like we said we were going to, we had a three-hour sex session because her hair was messed up when she came home. I wish someone would have told me.