A night of debauchery and a morning of DRAMA

So Friday night, Steve got out of work early and we were chatting all day that how we'd go out and do something. Up to the point of where he was on the train and texting me, we had concurred that we were going to do something. My parents were meeting up with some of their friends and I didn't want to be home, especially if they were coming over, because they'd drag me with them. Not that they're bad company or anything, but I seriously didn't want to go and hang with my parents and their friends... to me, that was kind of sad if I did on a Friday... lol

So anyway, I told him how I don't care what we do, so long as I am out of the house. He was like ok, we'll do something. So I kept saying to him, let's go to a bar or do happy hour or something and he didn't seem to care to go. While at work, around 4:00, he texts me and says how he's going to some happy hour out east with Mike. I was like, SERIOUSLY!? After I just suggested it and you were so hesitant... Ugh! So whatever, when I finally got out of work, I texted him and then the story changed that how he was going to meet some girl at some bar. It's a bar, so I could've definitely went, but he didn't even ask me to come. So of course, I got pissed and posted it on twitter and facebook that my friends suck and I ended up going to the gym.

I guess he saw it because he texted me at like 11 and was like "I'm so lost" -- I completely ignored him and went to bed shortly after. I actually had a side job to do Saturday morning and I had asked Steve and he never committed to going with me, so I got up at 7 and left my house at 8am. I got a text from him at like 2am that only said "thanks" - so I played it off, saying I was already sleeping, since I had nothing better to do.

So then he texts me Saturday morning at around 11 and was like thanks for calling me ... I'm like for what, and he was like to come and help you with your job. I told him that he never committed to me, so I left it that he wasn't going to be able to help me.

So basically throughout the day, we were texting each other. I was pissed and I knew he knew and could tell from my shortness in texts. So then he proceeds to ask me if we're still on for later that night - we were supposed to go to some bar opening - and I had said yes, reluctantly. Then I get a text saying how those plans were canceled and that he was sorry b/c his friend who originally told him canceled it. I said "ok" and left it at that.

So now I get home at about 9:00PM from working all day and as I finally sit down to relax, he texts me that they're all going out to this bar/club place two towns over, if I was in. I said yes and met him at his house. He was supposedly picking up a shitload of people, so I was going to drive and follow him. As I got to his house, he said that how some people flaked on him and to just hop in and he'd drive, so I did.

Since I didn't drive, I decided to get plastered. Like I had said before in prior posts, I really needed a night out of drunken stupidness. So surprisingly, Steve paid the cover for me and he kept ordering me drinks. I knew he really felt bad. So basically we had a long and drunken night. This time, I remembered everything. I kept drinking, but I was sure to commit everything to memory, lol. I even remember this girl we met, her name and where she said she worked. So ha!!

His brother went to go and walk some girl out and b/c he didn't stamp his hand, the bouncer wouldn't let him in. So apparently he got into a fight and we had to leave. It was probably about 4am at this time...

So we get to Steve's house and I am really wasted. Enough to know that I can't drive home. So I had planned to crash on his couch in his room, but since today was Easter, he didn't want me to and I also didn't think it would be right for me to sleeping in his room and waking up to his family... so I said to him that I would stay in my car... and I did.

So I passed out in my car, in front of his house and apparently my mother kept calling me - I looked at my phone today and there were 10 missed calls starting from 4am to 5am. I was passed out and didn't hear the phone ring at all. Finally, I did and I picked it up and she was flipping out. So at this point, it was like 6am and I drove home, half-way drunk b/c she was fuming. I came home, had a small confrontation and then went straight to bed.

I woke up this morning and had to talk to my dad. He was pissed but I wouldn't let up. I kept telling him that I'm 24 years old and that I did absolutely nothing wrong. I didn't drink and drive, I knew I was too drunk to drive home, so I slept it off. I did nothing wrong. My mom just flipped out b/c like 8 years ago, she lost her brother to a drunk driver and now every time I go out, she always relates back to that morning when she kept calling his cell phone and found out what had happened. I am not being a bitch about it because I COMPLETELY understand the trauma that she experienced, but now I am going to be punished every time I go out b/c of that? It was just so annoying.

They kept telling me that I should've called, no matter the time and they would come and get me. They're not understanding that I would not and will never call in the middle of the night and that furthermore, I don't need mommy and daddy picking me up from a bar! I'm not a fucking kid or a moron that I would go and drink and drive. My uncle died of drunk driving (he was sober, but the other guy was piss drunk) and that alone has taught me never to do that. I am smart enough to know whether or not I am capable of driving and I wouldn't EVER do that... my parents need to just lay off! They kept saying that she was so worried and that I should've called.... how was I supposed to know that at 4AM she was up worrying about me? I'm not telepathically connected to her and I'm in a loud as club, so I can't hear my phone. What did they want me to do, call and be like "Hi, it's me, I'm totally drunk and fucked up right now, but I just wanted to check in at 4AM ... ok .. bye" --- Really!?!?!?

I am seriously contemplating a weekend job just so that I can move out and have some freedom! I am beginning to feel somewhat trapped and suffocated in my house. They need to know my every move. Why the hell don't they just tag me like a dog, this way they can track my every move online instead of having to call me. Holy fucking shit!

So anyway - aside from the parent crackdown, I had a really awesome time. I totally needed to let loose a bit and kick back a few ... I think I've satisfied the craving for now. Although I was ready to do it again tonight! LOL

Oh, hello again Responsibility ---- with that said, I'm going to bed ... 1:38AM and I got work ... :(

xoxo,
Jared