Sometimes I surprise myself with being responsible. Last night, I did the right thing. I very rarely do the right thing. I usually am the one making the bad decisions but somehow last night I ended being on the other end of things. It felt pretty damn good. I won't lie. A few points in the karma bank. Also a glimpse into how others might see me sometimes. Yes, I am getting to what happened.
I got up yesterday at 5 greeted by a text message from B. Good way to start the day for sure. Started class promptly at 7. No server issues for once which was nice. I made it through without any problems until about 1. We were on our final break and I got a message that a friend from where I used to live died. He had a stroke on Wednesday night, went into a coma and died in the early hours of the morning. He was a good man. He owned one of the oldest restaurants in town and was loved by everyone. He helped me in my attempt at public office, he was always a good mentor and friend. He shall be truly missed. I got back on my class and told them I had received some bad news and would try to make it through. I am going to try and go to the funeral on Monday. Managed to get through class without any issues. After class I made a few phone calls and got some of the details.
Went to the grocery store and stocked the house up. Kid and KBF were there bleaching his hair and doing whatever it is they were doing. I made some dinner and settled in to watch a movie only to find the movie I thought I was about to watch was not the one I wanted to watch. Same name, different movie. Oh well. When you get a movie for free, you don't complain you just shrug it off. Earlier my friend had sent me a text saying he was down the street at the bar. I was planning to watch the movie though and told him have fun. Well after the movie didn't work out I said, okay, what the heck. I will go out. The bar is literally walking distance from my house and it wasn't a big deal. I am glad I went. I have a feeling if I hadn't, I would be going to two funerals.
My friend insisted he had only been there an hour and had 1 beer. Yeah. No. I know what 'one beer' looks like. And if he had really only had one beer there, he certainly had quite a few more elsewhere. Took me 1/2 hour of trying to ascertain how bad off he was, why he was so bad off, and what I was going to do about it. I texted another friend just in case this went south and was also glad I did that. She came down, and we all sat there having a nice time but all the while trying to get him to give up his keys and stop drinking. We finally reached a compromise where I would drive his car home, she would follow, and then take me home. BUT the only way he would agree was if he could take a nap first. Fine. We locked him in the passenger seat, took his keys, and let him sleep for 1/2 hour. He could barely walk. I did get out of him that he had started drinking at 9:30, went to an interview drunk, and had had 4 beers before we showed up. And he was going to try and get home. Idiot. Yeah, I know hypocrisy at its best.
We got him home, stopped at taco bell for a late night snack, and then I came home. Talked to B for a while and went off to bed. We have evolved to using Voxer and sending videos. We both dislike TALKING on the phone, but we have no problem using every other means of communication known to man. My kind of girl.
Show tonight. Have to go load the truck.
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