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Yes, folks, I didn't die the other night, nor did I go near my car. :) Hell, the last thing I really wanted to do was drive anywhere. All the beer was at Charles'! We had: 2 6-packs of Corona (with limes), a 6-pack of Beck's Dark, a 6-pack of Smirnoff Twisted Green Apple (for Kevin), a 20-pack box of Michelob Ultra, and a 20-pack box of Bud Light. All of the preceding were in bottles. Of course, in making the bratwursts, Kevin wasted 11 beers. (Sure, it was for around 20 brats, but he did nothing but use the beer to boil them. End result? No extra flavor in the brats.)
Things got kind of tense when I, sitting in a lawn chair, got hit by the backwash from a bottle rocket. Some facts: I was sitting about 7-9 feet behind the person shooting it off; he was using a bottle he was holding to shoot them; the fuse blew off one and hit me square on the chest; I lost most of my reason, and reacted instinctively. I threw the unopened beer I was holding in my hand at the ground by Charles' feet. It burst, spilling beer everywhere.
I stalked inside, ripping my shirt off, and changed. Then, I felt bad for my outburst, and went to go clean up the mess. Melissa met me at the door, and told me to not go outside. I figured Charles was ready to kick my ass. To be honest, I didn't care. It was at this point that my shock wore off, and I got REALLY freaked out about what happened. Sure, it doesn't seem like much now, but it was pure terror for me for those eternal seconds. I just knew I was going to flare completely up. *shiver*
Well, Charles came by and offered to bury the hatchet. I told him things would be cool, but to leave me be for right now. I needed to calm down. I went outside, and forced them to let me clean up my mess. By now, in addition to anger, shock, and fear, I felt shame for reacting like I did. I finally spent some alone time in a dark part of his backyard, punched the brick wall of his house with my fist (the house won), and just let the dark calm me down. Then, I went inside, and apologized to Charles for throwing the beer at him (his feet), and apologized to Melissa, who thought that my comment about leaving as soon as I was sober to mean that I was leaving right away (at least, I think). I told her that I would never leave unless I was totally sober. (And, I had already tossed my keys to the non-drinker of the night anyway, it was moot.)
So, that settled down, everything was back to normal, and we continued our drunken party* until around 1am, when we crashed. I woke up around 8am, showered, and left. Brad and I went by his house, so he could clean up some, and we grabbed breakfast on the way back. Then, Charles, Melissa, Brad, and I spent all afternoon watching various TiVo recorded programs, napping, and having a light lunch. We officially decided it was a "lazy day", and made the least of it. :)
We had dinner, and watched "For Better or For Worse" - a show that is more train-wreck than reality TV. The premise is that a couple decides that they're going to get married in just a week's time, and they're going to have no hand in planning it, not even the wedding dress. For this, they recruit 5-7 friends to help a wedding planner do it. The wedding planner has never met the couple, and doesn't know them. It was chaotic. It was crazy. It was hilarious in a mean way. Out of three episodes we watched, only one of them seemed happy with her wedding dress, and only the last two seemed to properly enjoy their weddings. Of course, being told that your beach-front wedding dress is a white swimsuit and a couple of sarongs has got to hurt.
I came home, and slept very well.
I then spent all day today figuring out why we're short. The neat thing is that because of me, we got someone from the office in there to look at our books. She figured it out, so eveyrhing for the last two weeks is fine now. :) So, today has been pretty good, and I am learning about my mood issues more. (I can recognize them now; I just need to learn to conquer them.)
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rawee1, I guess the only difference in this and your definition is that I knew all the people here, so I was able to relax and enjoy myself. I'm learning, though, right? That's another point for you. :-)
Things got kind of tense when I, sitting in a lawn chair, got hit by the backwash from a bottle rocket. Some facts: I was sitting about 7-9 feet behind the person shooting it off; he was using a bottle he was holding to shoot them; the fuse blew off one and hit me square on the chest; I lost most of my reason, and reacted instinctively. I threw the unopened beer I was holding in my hand at the ground by Charles' feet. It burst, spilling beer everywhere.
I stalked inside, ripping my shirt off, and changed. Then, I felt bad for my outburst, and went to go clean up the mess. Melissa met me at the door, and told me to not go outside. I figured Charles was ready to kick my ass. To be honest, I didn't care. It was at this point that my shock wore off, and I got REALLY freaked out about what happened. Sure, it doesn't seem like much now, but it was pure terror for me for those eternal seconds. I just knew I was going to flare completely up. *shiver*
Well, Charles came by and offered to bury the hatchet. I told him things would be cool, but to leave me be for right now. I needed to calm down. I went outside, and forced them to let me clean up my mess. By now, in addition to anger, shock, and fear, I felt shame for reacting like I did. I finally spent some alone time in a dark part of his backyard, punched the brick wall of his house with my fist (the house won), and just let the dark calm me down. Then, I went inside, and apologized to Charles for throwing the beer at him (his feet), and apologized to Melissa, who thought that my comment about leaving as soon as I was sober to mean that I was leaving right away (at least, I think). I told her that I would never leave unless I was totally sober. (And, I had already tossed my keys to the non-drinker of the night anyway, it was moot.)
So, that settled down, everything was back to normal, and we continued our drunken party* until around 1am, when we crashed. I woke up around 8am, showered, and left. Brad and I went by his house, so he could clean up some, and we grabbed breakfast on the way back. Then, Charles, Melissa, Brad, and I spent all afternoon watching various TiVo recorded programs, napping, and having a light lunch. We officially decided it was a "lazy day", and made the least of it. :)
We had dinner, and watched "For Better or For Worse" - a show that is more train-wreck than reality TV. The premise is that a couple decides that they're going to get married in just a week's time, and they're going to have no hand in planning it, not even the wedding dress. For this, they recruit 5-7 friends to help a wedding planner do it. The wedding planner has never met the couple, and doesn't know them. It was chaotic. It was crazy. It was hilarious in a mean way. Out of three episodes we watched, only one of them seemed happy with her wedding dress, and only the last two seemed to properly enjoy their weddings. Of course, being told that your beach-front wedding dress is a white swimsuit and a couple of sarongs has got to hurt.
I came home, and slept very well.
I then spent all day today figuring out why we're short. The neat thing is that because of me, we got someone from the office in there to look at our books. She figured it out, so eveyrhing for the last two weeks is fine now. :) So, today has been pretty good, and I am learning about my mood issues more. (I can recognize them now; I just need to learn to conquer them.)
* - Yeah,
rawee1, I guess the only difference in this and your definition is that I knew all the people here, so I was able to relax and enjoy myself. I'm learning, though, right? That's another point for you. :-)
