THIS IS SPARTA!!!!! (Nov 4, 2007)

Current mood:calm

Last night was EPIC. And I do mean that. But let me start where I should.

I have been at Trent's house for about5 days now. I love it here, this is my home. Last night was the Hallowe'en party. I've been psyched about it for months. And last night was the night. There was enough booze consumed by the 10 or so attendees to keep a whole Indian reservation drunk for a week. Yes, racial slur. Deal.

Anyway, things went REALLY well for the good majority of the night. We are a pretty chill crowd most of the time. We get rowdy and pick fights with each other, but in a "Hey! Let's go out in the yard and kick the shit out of each other for FUN!!" kinda way, you know? But we are all very cool about things. Well Trent's friend (and my friend, too) Murry came out. GREAT! We LIKE Murry. What we DON'T like is Murry's wife. Julie. Julie is a stark raving BITCH if ever I have seen one. She came out.

Well, things went alright for a surprisingly long time with her here. Poor Murk hid from her for most of the night. She had made it a point to get as drunk as she could as fast as she could (which I can't knock, as I too will do that sometimes...) and was kissing all up on almost everyone else. She tried it with me and I said, "Oh HELL no."

She eventually found Murr in the office with me and Trent and started in with the being a bitch. What you have to get about Murry real fast here is that Murk plays bass. And he is a BAD ASS. Best bass player I can think of, truly fantastic. And he loves it. He loves it in a way that I, music lover that I am, will never even get. I digress. She came in here, drunk as hell and started a bunch of shit. Now, no one at this party likes her, but we put up with her and play nice for Murry because we like him.

She's in here running her mouth to Murry in front of Trent and I, which I didn't like, but you know what? Fine, that's between them. Murr took it in stride and was very chill about it. Didn't tell her off, was just taking it. She fell over and spilled her beer everywhere and he helped her up, picked up her beer for her. He took a drink of it and said, "Yer beer's all flat now," trying to calm the situation down a bit. And she said, "Yeah, like your bass-playing."

Trent actually had to keep me in my chair. The second she said that, I lost it and was going to start some shit. Trent put his hand on my arm to keep me in the chair, which I understood and respected. So, I kept my mouth shut and stayed put. Murry noticed it, too. Eventually, she walked off and I could rant some, but not before she threatened to kiss on me. 
"I've kissed almost everyone here! But I haven't kissed you. We should."
To which I replied, "No, you won't." 
"Well, you're all back there in a corner, you can't go nowhere."
"No, and I won't run from you, either. But there's a window right here and if need be I WILL jump out it."

So the night progresses.

There are little irritating details in there, but I'll skip most of them. The big part came when I was out in the breezeway talking to (I believe....) Josh, Mando's fiancee. And the rec room door is open and Julie is sitting there on the floor leaned up against the couch. (By the way, I sleep in the rec room on that couch. That's MY room. Ask anyone.) And so I'm standing there talking and I hear her say, "SHE'S on my last fucking nerve." So, being who I am, I paused a moment to see who she was running her mouth about. And it was me. Oh, no she di'ent. 

So, I walk over to the door and stand there in the doorway for a second as she continues, and I say in a fairly jovial way, "Come ON, I REALLY AM standing RIGHT here!!" 
"Yeah, bitch, I'm talking about you, what?? FUCK YOU!" and she flips me off. In a rather grotesque way, may I add.

I kinda walked in and I was like, "No, no, no. Not in here." But I started running my mouth, just like I do. We went back and forth for a while and Mando was sitting on the pooltable. Julie actually had the AUDACITY to say to me, completely serious, "Get out! OUT! Get out! No one wants you here. Leave."

And then it started for real. I said, "No, bitch, this is MY room. MINE. You do NOT tell me to get out of MY room. Not here."
"This isn't you room, blah blah blah."
"Yeah it really is. You're leaning up against MY bed right now. You're in MY room. And you WILL not tell me to leave."
"Bitch, I'll fuck you up."
"Not here, you won't," says I.

That did it. I already didn't like her, she was disrespecting people in MY haven and then she started talking like she could take on ME...?!?! Oh, HELL no. I laughed in her face. I think that's about the time Mando came off the pooltable. She got between us. I'm thinking she knew that I was going to turn that bitch into soap. She did a fairly good job at keeping the situation at bay for a while, too. But Julie kept trying to pin shit on me that wasn't my fault, and I was having none of it. I'll take allot of shit from people, true enough, but I was NOT going to back down from this one. Mandy and I both kept telling her that she needed to go talk to her damn husband and she wouldn't do it. She just kept on at me.

The thing is, and its like this for Mandy and I both, this place is sacred. And it always will be. The one real thing Mandy and I have in common is that when we both needed it the most, we found out way here, one way or another, and Mom and Pop took us in, no questions asked, and made this home for us. There is no other place ever that I have felt so unconditionally welcome. Not even at my own house. And I think its kinda the same way for her. You do NOT fuck with us on matters of this place. We WILL defend it to the death.

Mandy came over and was holding my hand trying to chill me the fuck out, which was great and worked remarkably well, but really, that was only going so far, ya know? Mando kept yelling for people to go get Murry and no one was so finally she went out and got him herself. I was in the room for all of another 4 seconds before I followed her out. As it turns out, without her being there as a buffer between the two of us I was surely going to lay this bitch out cold, and everyone around knew it. So I left. There is no fighting here.

I went out to the fire, someone dragged Murry in the house, she punched him in the face, he made her leave, he stayed. I was so mad I was shaking. Bad. Not the internal struggle shaking that some of you have born witness to, but "DANGER" shaking. I watched her fall face first into the gravel, and while normally I would have been in hysterics about it because I like seeing people get hurt, I was so blind rage PISSED that I didn't even crack a smile. She left.

20 minutes or so later we are all standing around in the rec room ad she calls Murr's phone. He refused to answer it and made the mistake of saying, "Hey, who wants to answer this...??" Well, I'm nothing if not an antagonist. I answered the phone. "Hello? Hello? Yeah, yeah, WHO is this again?? Oh, you want to talk to Murry? ..... Yeah, who'd you say this was again? Oh, yeah, yeah, he's riiiiight here." He turned his phone off shortly thereafter.

The rest of the night was all chill like we like. Lauren was her usual wonderful self. She's so very fun. Trent went to bed. At the end, really, it was just me and Lauren and Wally and Austin. Austin would be Trent's little cousin, all of 18 years old. Already he's taller than me by a few inches. And God, is he yummy. Austin is a very laid back kinda guy. Wally.... well, Wally might just be teetering on that hairline fracture separating genius and insane. He can fix just about anything.... Drinks Tiki Torch oil. Who'd have thought it, right?

We all crashed out shortly before oh....6-ish...?

And apparently I'm nothing short of a hero right now for showing the amount of self control and restraint that I did. Damn, I'm awesome.

Now, there really IS more to it than all that. And I'm sure if you ask me I'll be more than happy to fill you in on all the little details that I can remember. But keep this in mind, because a lot of people saw this last night. Guys, keep your bitches in line. I'm really sweet and hard as fuck to piss off, but I'm likely a good deal bigger and stronger than most chicks out there, and while I'm not professionally trained in it yet, I can fight and I'm fucking good at it. LOL.

Special thanks to Mando for repeating that we do NOT fight here, because there were a few times that I almost really really did anyway.