Y4 D46

Sometimes I need to just admit I am bald(er)(ing) and stop being vain. I say this because my scalp is currently on fire. It feels like the very front part of my head is being ripped open by lasers. Yay. Regardless of that, here is the largest post probably I have ever done because you are about to get Friday, Saturday, Sunday, AND Monday all in one post. In some ways it makes sense to do them all as one post because the days really did blur together. I had so little sleep in that time period that I was honestly losing track of what day it was. Ready? Here we go...

Friday:
Friday morning was pretty much uneventful. I had everything work related wrapped up Thursday and was off the hook for anything on Friday. I woke up at my friend's house on his couch because we had gone out and torn up the town the night before. Broken windshield and all. I did start remembering some of the other sill things we did that night including beating up a shopping cart, peeing on our friend's car's tires because we were mad it was only a V6, and orange cone tossing behind a bar. It was all silly stuff and when I woke up Friday I was actually feeling pretty good for the adventure we had. I knew the first thing I had to take care of was the windshield. I made some calls, got a quote, and setup an appointment for them to come out and replace it. $250. Not bad. As I mentioned before I knew my friend would 'man up' (which by the way became the theme for the whole weekend) and take care of things. I called him and he in fact did what needed to be done. The window people would be there between 11-2 and he was ready to give them a CC number. Done and done. Now all I had to do was sit around until window guy came. Hello Diablo. During this I was IM'ing with SG. I did apologize for surprising her at the bar especially in front of her husband. She was a little upset but understood why I did it. In the end all was good. So good that she decided that my birthday gift was going to be morning sex on Saturday at my place. She would have a bow somewhere on her for me to 'unwrap' my present. Nice. But we all know how my life works, right? A little foreshadowing music maestro if you please...

Since we had some time to kill I decided to buy myself a birthday present - a new critter for the zoo. The kid and I went over to the pet store and bought a chinese water dragon. His name is Stitch and he is awesome. I love him. He is active, cute, and will grow to be about 3-4 feet in size. When he gets that big I will be able to put him on a leash and take him for walks. The only downside is he eats live food and now I have a cricket keeper and mealworms in my fridge. Ew? But I do like him. He is just adorkable. The window guy showed up around 1:30 and was done by 3. New windshield in, paid for, and done. Time to take a nap because in 4 hours it would be party time.

My friend drove because I knew I was going to be drinking and didn't want to do anything irresponsible on my birthday. And for once? I didn't. I was good! We got to my director's house around 6:40 because the party started at 7 and I wasn't going to be late for my own birthday. Between 7 and midnight, there were at the peak about 20-25 people there. We had pizza, birthday martinis, I got some nice presents (including a talking Frank Reynolds bobble head, a $50 target gift card, my own set of CAH cards, some Disney shwag, and the best damn cupcakes ever. No seriously. Red velvet filled with strawberry jam and peanut butter frosting done to look like spaghetti with a ferre roche meatball on top), and we had a good time. It was after midnight when the darkness kicked in. Now remember, I am planning on having a woman show up with a bow at 9 am. The kid left with XBF and was spending the night at his place as her birthday present to me. I was planning on leaving the party around 12:30 or so when...

Saturday:
Welcome to Saturday technically as we have crossed over midnight. A bunch of folks were outside smoking and my director was talking with one of our friends who is younger. She is the one who recently was in the hospital for her cutting/weight issues. My director in her drunken state was trying to be nice and impart wisdom. Maybe it wasn't the best time or place to do it, but her heart was absolutely in the right place. Her husband and I had gone back inside to the kitchen because frankly it didn't seem like anything serious was going on and there were no issues. I was starting to pack my stuff up when BAM his wife comes in, slams the kitchen door with "I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF THESE GODDAMN FUCKING KIDS THINKING THEY HAVE MORE EXPERIENCE AND KNOW MORE THAN I FUCKING DO ABOUT FUCKING LIFE" Oh shit. We both stare at her like deer in headlights until it clicks and we 'man up'. See?

He goes to her and she tells him to go find our friend because she ran off crying over something. I go outside with him and I take care of her quasi-boyfriend. He is a real thorn in her side right now as far as all of us are concerned. By themselves they are fine, but together they are poison. They feed off each other's negativity and neediness which doesn't allow either of them to get through shit. The really fucked up part is they know it. They have been back and forth for way too long on together/apart/together/apart. And he is just a fucking kid maturity level and so he was trying to get into the situation but we knew he would try to whine and make it about him. I told him to sit his ass down on the steps and not to fucking move. Mind you, I was 85% sober at this point. I could still feel some booze in me, but in no way was I incapacitated or having a problem. I WAS SCHEDULED FOR 9AM BIRTHDAY SEX. NOT GOING TO MESS IT UP. I wanted to be feeling good in the morning dammit.

After about 10 minutes, my director comes out and starts storming up and down the street shouting: WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HUSBAND?? IF HE IS FUCKING AROUND WITH SOME 20 YEAR OLD GIRL I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL BOTH OF THEM. YOU ARE LOCKED OUT MOTHERFUCKER. And she is walking up and down the block now. I tell our other friend who also can be counted on to man up - watch him and I go after her. I get her calmed down and take off after her husband. I find them about a block away near the beach and I tell him "get your ass home now because your wife needs you and is about to kill someone". He takes off at a run towards the house and I sit with our friend. According to her, some things were said that just cut to her core and really hurt her. Okay, fair enough. I sat there with her for about 15-20 minutes comforting her and got her to come back to the house. Along the way I made a decision. Here is a friend who is hurting. She shouldn't be around the negativity of her boyfriend, she needs to still talk. She is coming home with me. Yep. There it is. I fucked up birthday sex by being a what? A motherfucking nice guy. Yay me.

We get back to the house and after everyone calming down as much as possible, we get everyone in cars. Her BF tries to get her and I tell him - No. She is coming home with me. You are taking so and so home and then going home. I must have had 'that look' because he started to say something to me and then backed right off. It's 3am now by the way.

We get back to my place at 3:30 and sit on the couch talking for about 2 hours. At the end of it, she is calmed down, heading towards a good place, feeling better about herself, etc. Okay. I have done well. I am a good guy. Wait, what's going on? What's happening? She was laying on my chest on the couch and we kind of looked at each other and yeah, we start making out. 5:30 in the morning. This lasts for about 10 minutes when I stop it and tell her we need to sleep. She knew about my birthday sex plans and was feeling bad. I told her that the minute I decided to bring her home, I knew that was off the table and I had to deal with it. She was a friend in need and that was that. We went off to the bedroom because I did want to sleep and the couch was killing my back. ALL CLOTHES ON we got on my bed, threw a blanket over us and fell asleep. It was an innocent cuddle session. On my mother's grave.

We woke up around 8 (it's only 8am and see how insane things are? We haven't even gotten to the good stuff) and just hung out. At 9:15 I got a text from SG saying she was on her way but wasn't going to have time unless it was a super quickie. I replied back, no it's cool, I have company anyway. Oh was her reply. I don't think she liked that but somewhere in the back of my mind I think I new already that she was going to try and play me again.

I should also mention, she is staying at my place right now watching the pets. She had to come over anyway to pick up keys, show her how to feed everyone etc. She got there at about 9:40 and I was like "SG this is X, X this is SG". Awkward much? As SG was leaving she told me she would see me later at the show and if time allowed we would have a quickie. Okay, sure.

I took my friend home feeling like I had done some good and she was going to be okay. I then headed home and met up with another friend. She was going to the show that night and wanted me to help her pick out something to where because she planned on seducing this guy she has the hots for. Who of course is friends with my directory. Part of it was to piss her off. Okay, let's do this. We spent about 4 hours shopping and then I went home.

I took a nap because I knew I would be tired later. It was my birthday show and I knew festivities would be abounding. I did get a text from the girl I have been trying to date that I met last month. She is the one who lives about 90 minutes away. She was coming to the show!! YAY!! We both were excited because we got to see each other again. I was really looking forward to the show now.