Weekend of Drama

Hey...

Slowing down here, aren't we? I'm thinking that's ok...we're living instead of writing, right?

I had a good week last week, ending in my annual over-priced home jewelry party that I know you so wish you could have attended. We had a fairly good crowd but sales were down a bit, so no obnoxious amount of free jewelry for me this year. With luck, I'll get the one necklace I've been coveting for a few months.

The party ended on a strange note, though. Two of my neighbors, C&P, were here together and had told me that P was having a stressful time at work lately. I guess she had to be talked into coming over and relaxing. I made a her a drink and noticed that she seemed to be having a good time. A couple of hours later, I was sitting talking to her, during her second cocktail, and I was thinking she was awfully drunk for having had only two drinks. Before we knew it, she was completely unconscious on my bathroom floor. We couldn't lift her or move her, but figured she was just wasted, so we were trying to get her onto the couch to sleep it off. Thing is, she's not a drinker at all, and it seemed odd that she would have gotten this drunk from two drinks...

An hour or so later, when she started to exhibit seizure behavior, after J and all of his partying buddies came over from T's to help us, they loaded her up in a medic unit and hauled her to the hospital, still completely out cold. Turns out, it wasn't the alcohol - her BAC was barely over the legal limit. They did a bunch of tests and concluded that stress, mixed with her meds (heavy duty stuff) and those two drinks was enough to knock her out and put her into convulsions. At any rate, she was home the next morning and all is well. Pretty scary, though.

Had a great, quiet day Saturday, doing a little shopping, followed by a low-key dinner with S&T. Today, more of the same, a little gardening and sitting around doing nothing. Then, around 3:30, I got a call from CK, across the street, who was calling to tell me that M and her kid had gotten into a car accident and M couldn't reach his dad. No one was hurt too badly, but the car was totaled and there's a ton of damage done to public property. Come to find out, after M calls me - not to tell me about it, but to tell me I need to talk to the medic because he needs a medical release from a parent - his dad is in Chicago and has been for days. Not even coming home until Monday. Wow, responsible parenting, eh?

CK tells me that he has asked her if M can stay with her until he gets home, which he doesn't know when that will be since he can't get a flight out tonight, it would cost him extra money and he just doesn't want to spend it.

OMG, B.

I told her M could come over here, but he wouldn't.

I could go on about the emotional roller coaster I've been on for the past few hours, but at this point, a half bottle of Merlot has leveled the ups and downs and I'm not so inclined to analyze the whole thing.

Suffice to say, I'm glad M and CK's kid are ok, obviously. I also hope his completely irresponsible and idiotic father doesn't have M insured on that car and has to pay out the arse for all the damages. Vindictive? Me?

More on that later, I'm sure. Right now, I'm going to go read with JJ and get settled in for Sunday night TV. Hope you had a good weekend and that this week goes well. Yay for Wednesday!

Love,
A