...weird weekend...
Ugh. I am covered in bruises and my manicure is wrecked.
I'll try to write the haiku version of things that happen, since I tend to go on&on&on&on sometimes.
Shawna and Victor
my boyfriend's cousin, her date
Party in my town
Gin at three venues
a water-fight at my house
Afterwards we smoked
Why did I want to
sleep in the bathtub that night?
I do not know this
*haha!* okay enough with the haikus. It is true...after walking back to my b/f's house from downtown, his cousin and her man were doing "something" with the door closed...for whatever reason, I found myself filling the tub with warm water...I'm in the tub in my skirt and shirt and panties and bra...then W is in there too...first with his clothes, then without.
I wish like crazy he had taken his cell phone out of his pocket.
Anyways, we fooled around in the tub, then when we came out, the other door was still shut, so W and I stretched out on his bed...the sun was just beginning to rise...
Cousin Shawna stomped into the room.
"What the hell are you guys doing on my quilt?! GET OFF! THAT'S DISGUSTING! what the f*%k is you problem you guys were supposed to be gone!!"
And then: (this was truly shocking and scary to me) she walked over to where Walt had rolled onto the floor when she'd whipped the blanket off of us, and began kicking him.
No shit.
I got up then.
"What the hell are you doing? Do you have a problem?"
"I could smack you in the face!!!"
"It would be interesting to see you try..."
"You guys get the f*%k out of here and leave us alone!"
"..You pay rent here Shawna?"
"Y'know what? FUCK YOU BRIDGETT."
"Fuck you back."
W was already looking around for clothes...he wanted to leave. So did I, then. But I could not believe the nerve of a GUEST behaving so atrociously to her HOST...wtf? It was so wrong in so many ways.
We went to my place and crashed until noon...W was terribly hung-over...I was tired but not sick.
Neither one of us was carrying a phone, and I was missing my wallett.
We drove back to W's house, where apparently Shawna or her date had thrown up in the room they'd been camping in, and she had lain one of Walt's clean shirts over the mess for some reason. The place was a wreck.
"A lot of smoking took place," said Walt, examining the tray full of roaches and what was left of his sack.
Grr.
I can barely even write about it. I have thus far been unable to comprehend this exact degree of self-centeredness in another human being. I've seen it all, now.
Anyways...I don't know what else to do about it. I don't really want to hang out with her...but I have to at least maintain terms with her b/c she is Waltie's cousin, and they work together at the TV station on "her" public access show. So either way, I know I haven't seen the last of her.
She sort of apologized for "getting spun" in a note she left for him, but didn't mention anything to me at all.
I still can't believe that a guest - even a family member - would be so ignorant, rude and inconsiderate as to make such a histrionic scene in the house of the person who'd bought all the beer and weed and food and let her f*%k her man in the next room...it practically makes me sick.
I'll try to write the haiku version of things that happen, since I tend to go on&on&on&on sometimes.
Shawna and Victor
my boyfriend's cousin, her date
Party in my town
Gin at three venues
a water-fight at my house
Afterwards we smoked
Why did I want to
sleep in the bathtub that night?
I do not know this
*haha!* okay enough with the haikus. It is true...after walking back to my b/f's house from downtown, his cousin and her man were doing "something" with the door closed...for whatever reason, I found myself filling the tub with warm water...I'm in the tub in my skirt and shirt and panties and bra...then W is in there too...first with his clothes, then without.
I wish like crazy he had taken his cell phone out of his pocket.
Anyways, we fooled around in the tub, then when we came out, the other door was still shut, so W and I stretched out on his bed...the sun was just beginning to rise...
Cousin Shawna stomped into the room.
"What the hell are you guys doing on my quilt?! GET OFF! THAT'S DISGUSTING! what the f*%k is you problem you guys were supposed to be gone!!"
And then: (this was truly shocking and scary to me) she walked over to where Walt had rolled onto the floor when she'd whipped the blanket off of us, and began kicking him.
No shit.
I got up then.
"What the hell are you doing? Do you have a problem?"
"I could smack you in the face!!!"
"It would be interesting to see you try..."
"You guys get the f*%k out of here and leave us alone!"
"..You pay rent here Shawna?"
"Y'know what? FUCK YOU BRIDGETT."
"Fuck you back."
W was already looking around for clothes...he wanted to leave. So did I, then. But I could not believe the nerve of a GUEST behaving so atrociously to her HOST...wtf? It was so wrong in so many ways.
We went to my place and crashed until noon...W was terribly hung-over...I was tired but not sick.
Neither one of us was carrying a phone, and I was missing my wallett.
We drove back to W's house, where apparently Shawna or her date had thrown up in the room they'd been camping in, and she had lain one of Walt's clean shirts over the mess for some reason. The place was a wreck.
"A lot of smoking took place," said Walt, examining the tray full of roaches and what was left of his sack.
Grr.
I can barely even write about it. I have thus far been unable to comprehend this exact degree of self-centeredness in another human being. I've seen it all, now.
Anyways...I don't know what else to do about it. I don't really want to hang out with her...but I have to at least maintain terms with her b/c she is Waltie's cousin, and they work together at the TV station on "her" public access show. So either way, I know I haven't seen the last of her.
She sort of apologized for "getting spun" in a note she left for him, but didn't mention anything to me at all.
I still can't believe that a guest - even a family member - would be so ignorant, rude and inconsiderate as to make such a histrionic scene in the house of the person who'd bought all the beer and weed and food and let her f*%k her man in the next room...it practically makes me sick.