1695Utterly wasted weekend

[evile]

Oct. 12, 2003

 

 

Went out to Steve & Sharon's property in BFE (Leander-ish) Saturday
afternoon. It rained & rained and rained some more. A bunch of
teenagers were around. Some other people. Lots of pot smoking. Beer
drinking, etc. One guy was there with his kids, all smoking and
drinking. I feel like some kind of prude but I really disapproved and
was not comfortable at all with the party.

I went to bed early, since I was not having fun and all.

Slept 12 hours. Sweetie and I woke up around 9 or 9:30, went pee in the
trailer house owned by Steve & Sharon, their kids, 3 cats, 2 dogs,
mangy-looking cockatoo, iguana, lizard,and some kind of turtle. yecch.

Hung out till sometime after 4 pm. Sharon & Kathleen made breakfast.
I walked around the property a bit.

Kathleen talked about all the work she & Jaime were doing at their
property, Steve & Sharon talked aobut all the hassles they'd gone
through trying to get their mobile home installed, septic installed,
land cleared, bla bla.

I guess Sweetie & I had been both in a land buying kind of hope for the
future kind of jelly-like longing, but hopefully this hammered in how
much WORK it is. And made me realize that we don't do enough at the
property we own now, so we really aren't ready to be landowners.

No Drandmir today. No green festival. No nothin. We got Krispy Kreme
on the way home. Not a good weekend for the diet. I feel pretty nasty.

Even the shower didn't help that completely.

They are going out to TRf the weekend of Nov 8 (2nd to last weekend).
I'm getting my Endometrial Ablation the 5th. So we'll have to check
and see how I feel. It's supposed to be easy and painless and bla
bla, but you never know. I'd hate to commit and then cancel. Better
to say 'maybe' and then change it to a 'yes' if I'm feeling up to it.

Kathleen is such a hypocrite. She's Wiccan so she's concerned about
the earth, bla bla, so they're building a haybale house. In the
meantime, she's throwing away cans & bottles with the trash and also
talking about how much she wants a humvee. Shit.

I finally emailed Xtal. Hopefull that will be the last of it.

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1700Re: Utterly wasted weekend



E H wrote to J-Law:

This weekend was suck. Rain & mud. Stupid 'October
bday campout' wasted my entire weekend. The party was
at some friends-of-friends out in the woods somewhere
(these are faire friends who go completely bananas
when I go anywhere or do anything without Sweetie)

One of the hosts' children was also an October bday,
so he had all his inarticulate little ugly teenage
friends over.

And everybody but me and Sweetie was smoking
non-tobacco-items. Parents passing back and forth with
their teenage kids and shit.

I *so* disapprove. I feel like I'm some moldy old
Puritan for that, but it just made me completely
uncomfortable. I am not real comfortable around kids,
ANYWAY, and then when they're drinking and smoking and
the grownups all think it's just fine & dandy....eugh.
And, of course, it just set off all my recent issues &
distress re: the [X family]. Which I totally didn't need.

I went to bed around 9. (on the plus side, this is the
first time we camped in the Vanagon together, and it
was very comfortable & nice)

It was *so* not my kind of party. We were parked in so
we had to wait until people woke up Sunday, and THEN
they wanted to cook breakfast, bla bla bla, and so we
didn't end up leaving until around 4 in the afternoon
Sunday.

Oh, and did I mention it rained all weekend?
Yeah...great fun.

I feel like some kind of humorless, dreadful
person...like I'm doing some kind of 'holier than
thou' thing, and of course, I have NO right to pass
judgement on how other people raise their kids because
I've never had any and I don't know what it's like,
bla bla.

But the law is the law. If some cop had come to the
property Saturday night, I would have been an
accessory to many crimes. It just made me sick and
sad.
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Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2003 09:25:55 -0700 (PDT)
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Me, too. My weekend sucked as well. Friday was horrible work-wise.
So bad, I barely had a lunch (some raw veggies, bit of fruit and a
roll from Acme).

Dawn and I went out after work - friend of ours opened a new bar. It
was a good time for a while - I had four cosmos over maybe 2 and a
half hours and was totally fine (hammered, obviously, but
functioning). All of a sudden, I completely lost control of, well,
everything. Couldn't walk, couldn't speak, etc., threw up, and
couldn't stop. Dawn was so freaked that she called 911 - ambulance
took us to St. Francis Hospital, where we found out that someone very
likely tampered with my drink(s).

I was out for the count pretty much - woke up at 1:00 am and went
home. I was completely, totally hysterical by the time I got home.
Still drunk, very confused, etc. So, what did I do? I called
Steven, left this sobbing drunky message on his (cell phone)
voicemail, to wit: "I just got home from the hospital. Something
horrible happened, please call me."

He called, worried out of his mind, thinking I had been raped (no,
thank God), and we talked for hours. Hours and hours. He was
great. Fantastic. Didn't blame me for anything, told me not to be
mortified, but did tell me I had to be careful, in control, etc. etc.
because who knows what could happen.

And I told him all about John. I never thought I would - just
seemed too weird somehow. Anyway, we had a good talk about that
stuff, and then he said that all he could ever want for me is to love
someone who loved me in return.

So, that's obviously good in a bittersweet kind of way.

But the rest of the weekend was pretty much a wash. I still feel a
little wobbly and freaked out. And the hospital lost my fucking
messenger back containing my CD player, some fave CDs, my Carlos
Falchi sandals, and my badge for the office. Luckily my cell phone
was in my purse - it's usually in the bag.

Your weekend sounds pretty crappy, too. I totally agree with ya on
the smoking with the kids thing. But at least you and Sweetie got to
spend some time together - give the Vanagon a test-sleep and all of
that.

XOXOXO!

-J-Law

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This didn't hit me right at first...but now I am just so sad &
upset. OK, Universe, I get it. I FUCKING GET IT. Life is ephemeral.
Anyone and anything I love can be gone in a heartbeat. Don't get
attached--is that what you want me to learn? Don't bother caring
because everything goes to shit and everybody dies? Or am I supposed
to find a way to care even though everything goes to shit and
everybody dies and there's not a goddamned thing I can do about it
when Fate plays another ugly fucking joke. Ha ha. I'm NOT laughing.
This isn't fun anymore.