What REALLY Happened that Night (March 21, 2009)

Current mood:distressed

Trent and I were going to surprise Lauren with my being there. Initially, I was just going to be there when she showed up, but then we decided that I would sit outside on the patio of the Willard and wait fer her to get there then walk in. Lauren was very very late. She wasn't expecting me to be there and wasn't in any particular hurry, so she did what she normally does, and dicked around. Trent was irritated and I was a little nerved, when she finally DID show up. They ended up walking outside and Lauren was surprised, but too high to really give me the response I was going for. About 20 minutes before she got there, I had walked in to chat with Trent for a minute necause I was bored and he had said he was on his 4th drink. I was halfway through mine. Anyway, we 3 went and sat in the sun and jabbered for a little but then we saw Cowboy walking up with Silas, who I don't know. All of us sat around yakking for a while and all was good. Silas left and Tami got there. The drinks kept flowing. Tami seemed nice, though she didn't once let me finish a sentence. It was mostly Lauren and I talking, though we both tried to include Tami when possible. At some point, after being interrupted for the 5th time on the same sentence, I shot her a dirty look with the quip, "Are you serious?!". Lauren caught what was going on, but all Trent saw was the shitty look and of course, took it the wrong way. Tami got up and went to the bathroom or something, I don't know. Trent shot me a look and I asked what that was all about. Then Cowboy did it too. And I was like what the fuck?? And neither of them would tell me. Turns out, Cowboy was just being Cowboy, and Trent was misreading me. I didn't find that out till the next day, though. Andway, Tami decided that she  wanted to go to this place in Indy, some Irish bar that advertized live Irish music that night. I had my doubts, but whatever. So we kinda get ready to go. By the way, at this point, Trent is acting really odd... Not being shitty so much as just acting weird. And I mentioned it to Lauren who agreed with me. And Tami, I think, too. Maybe Cowboy, I can't remember. But Trent went out to put the doors on the jeep, so I had a few minutes by myself with everyone. We mostly just chattered. Then when we all went to leave, it had been decided that we were going to follow Tami up there, since she knew where this place was. OK. Well, it made sense, kinda, that we would all 3 take different cars. Lauren drove and couldn't be stuck up in Indy with no car... Trent drove and drove ME there, too. And Tami LIVES up there and would have no reason to come back down. But Trent, for whatever reason, decided that someone just HAD to ride with Tami. Well, I wanted Lauren to drive, partly because I wanted to spend time with her and partly because I didn't want to be stuck up in Indy when Trent was drunk and Tami had to go to work. I was NOT going to spend the night up there. Fuck that. So Trent decided to ride with Tami. He got in her car then eventually ran back to the jeep to grab a few things then got back in. You'd have thought that he'd have grabbed his keys while he was there, but you'd be wrong.

So we head out towards Indy. Trent was kinda shitty with me and Lauren when we were trying to decided who was going where with who, so her and I talked about what was up with that, and we all stopped at a gas station and then were back on the road again. We get to this place up in Indy and FUCK THAT. I don't care if Thor himself were in there giving hammer rides, fuck that mess. They had the bar and the next lot over all fenced off and LOADED with idiots. Frat jocks, it looked like. Big tent. People crammed into every square inch of space. Obviously Tami thought better of it then because we changed direction and went elsewhere. Trent claims he tried to call me on my cell, but I had no missed calls, so I wonder who he called.... ANYway.. We ended up parking underground at the mall, CircleCenter. We walked to this place that they apparently wanted to go to. Jackie Blaines or something like that. We get there and its this swanky posh martini/ cigar bar. The lighting is vampire ball dim, done up in red and black with white marble low tables between seats. The seating is close and intimate. We sat in leather couches about 2 feet apart. I had no idea what to order, and I don't think  Lauren did either. We left it up to the waitress. Tami ordered something or other, I can't remember, and Trent, of course, got a rum and coke. Everything was fine for a while... Trent and Tami talked about her and Paul's relationship. Lauren and I kinda kept to ourselves for the most part. We kinda tried to talk, but between the other two, there was just no way. Then Tami started talking to Lauren and Trent took the opportunity to tell me, loudly and repeatedly that Repo! was a horrible movie and it was a piece of shit and it was horrible and how big a piece of shit it was. Yes, it was about that repetitive. He never actually said anything about the movie except that it was a horrible piece of shit, but man, he made it into a 45 minute long diatribe. Then, apparently, Tami asked him about what was going on between he and Lauren. Bad idea really. He started to tell her, but the things he was sayingweren't really in touch with what was actually happening. Everything was either exxaggerated enourmously or completely fictional. And Tami, trying to be little miss therapy, decided to tell Trent to direct what he was saying at Lauren instead of her. That they needed to talk. So he starts yelling at Lauren. And hes like, 3 feet from her, yelling. She eventually starts crying and hes still ranting and raving like a drunk fool. Almost everything he says is loosely based on some sort of truth, but loosely is the key. Eventually, I can't take any more and I get lauren and take her to the bathroom. She is shattered and bawling. I can't blame her. I offered several times to just up and leave with her. I was so mad at Trent for acting like that that I was shaking. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to punch him and kick him. Oh, was I mad. Lauren and I sat in the bathroom for a while. She cried some more. Finally, she made up her mind to go back out there. I didn't even get into my seat. I sat on the arm of the couch. Trent may or may not have noticed that at first. If he did, he made no sign of it. He started right back in on her. I called our waitress over and had her bring me my bill. I had made up my mind that I was going to leave anyway. Tami tried to pay for it with her card, but I refused that, several times, because none of it was hers. Now that I think back on it, I should have let her. That place is hella expensive. So everyone ends up getting their tabls paid up and we leave. Tami and Lauren are walking together and I'm walking by myslef because I can't bear to be next to Trent. He tries several times to turn to me and tell me how horrible Lauren is and to start the rant over again, but I don't let him. We went, on foot, to I want to say Tiki Bob's. I can't be certain. It was a fucking loud-ass dance club. It was packed and horrible. The music was shitty and there were drunk retards everywhere. Lauren and Tami went up to the bar area on the platform and Trent and I were still on the main floor. He said something to me, I'm not sure what. Then he motioned that I go with Tami and Lauren. I didn't want to go with tami and Lauren, else I would have. I didn't even want to BE there. He was acting depressed as shit about now, and aside from not wanting to be there, I wanted to comfort my asshole friend. He said a few more times that I should go be a girl with the other girls. I said that I didn't want to. And then, I can't remember what it was he said, but I remember very clearly that the point behind it was, go play with them, I don't want you around right now. That hurt me and I stormed off to go stand in the corner. I didn't feel like drinking and I sure as hell didn't feel like dancing. Lauren and Tami eventually came back with a few drinks, I drank my shot pretty fast and began the sipping on my drink. Tami asked where Trent was and I indicated that I neither knew nor cared right then. Hes a big boy. He can fucking take care of himself. She decided that she was going to go find him. I shrugged and said good luck. She didn't so much find him. We later saw him fall up the stairs (there were 2) to where we were. He was about 6 feet from us so she reached out and got him. He kept trying to talk but as slurred as his words were, no one could hear him over the loud horrid music. Lauren and Tami eventually headed over to the dance floor area. Again, I indicated that I didn't want to go there. Trent insisted that I go "protect" them. We argued about it a little, nothing serious. He was staggering pretty bad. I had my arm around him at one point to steady him and he fell anyway. This mashed my index and middle finger of my right hand against a cigarette vending machine under his full weight. I yanked my hand out and my index finger had gotten the worst of it, a big bloody gash from my nail to my first knuckle where the skin was torn off. A small but deep gash on my middle finger. I angrily shoved my fingers, swelling and bloody, in his face, but he didn't seem to recognize what was going on and threw up the horns at me, grinned big with his tongue out, and staggered off. Out of spite, I didn't clean my hand up. I stomped off to the dance floor with the girls. I smiled a smile that ended well before it reached my eyes and told jokes with no humor. I stood there and bled on the floor.Lauren noticed my hand. I told her not to worry about it. We all 3 stood there, not dancing, not having a good time. Trent eventually wandered back up. He fell into me several times without being shoved. I finished my drink. I was still mad, but to try again to indicate to him what was happening or to maybe get some sort of response out of him, I again held up my fingers. Nothing. Failing to even get any kind of recognition in his mind out of it, I drew a cross on his forehead with my blood. We all stood there for a bit. No one was really talking except for Trent, who was begging me to let him go get in a fight. Eventually, I told him that he was coming outside with me. He couldn't really walk so good by then, so getting him out there wasn't much of a hassle, save the guy that seemed to think that Trent and I had gotten in a fight, which was why my finger was bleeding so bad. He folloed us for a while asking questions, and all the while I was telling him I was fine and to bugger off. I eventually got Trent outside, hoping the clear air would help him a bit. He wasn't looking so good. I had propped him up against a stop sign, but eventually moved him to a spot by the wall on the ground. All the while hes making a fuss about how we need to go back in there to protect Tami and Lauren and this that and the other and how they aren't going to let him back in and I need to go save them and blah blah blah. I eventually snapped at him that he needed to drop his fucking white knight complex and that they were both adults that didn't need protecting. We'd get back in just fine and to shut the fuck up. That actually worked for a few minutes. Tami and Lauren came outside shortly after that, but I still think we could have gotten back in. We all sat on the sidewalk for a few minutes, trying to figure out a plan. Trent could no longer stand on his own. I can't remember if we made a decision to go where we ended up or not, but as we were walking to somewhere, we passed a pub that was blasting some Flogging Molly. I had Trent around the waist, with one of his arms slung over my shoulder to keep him upright. Tami and Lauren were walking together. Trent and I started singing Flogging Molly with the stereo. When we went in, Trent steered me twards the bathroom. I figured why not and after he was in his, I went and took a piss, myself. I got back out, in no rush, knowing he'd be a few. After a bit, I asked an exiting dude if there was someone barfing in there. Green shirt, bald guy? Yes. Yeah, hes in there, losing everything hes ever eaten. Ok, thanks. Trent eventually hobbles out, holding onto the wall and the door. I grab him as he almost falls over, and take him to a table in the far corner that Tami and Lauren have picked out. We sat down and weren't there but maybe 3 minutes when one of the bar guys comes over and tells me that "Its about that time." At first I thought that the bar was closing early, but who the fuck closes early on St Pattys?? I didn't think too much more about it and in a few more moments, the guy came back over and told me quietly that ok, we were all just sitting here and not causing any trouble, we were welcome to stay, but if Trent barfed again, we had to go. I thanked him and said we'd be fine. A few minutes later, the 3 of us that could process a thought decided to go to Denny's. I was sad to leave a place that had good music, but I didn't really care what happened at that point. So, we all walked back to the mall parking lot, I carried Trent. He started talking shit about Lauren about halfway there and I interrupted him with Flogging Molly lyrics and he forgot and started singing with me. Even as pissed at him as I was, I wasn't going to let anything happen to that stupid fool. Which would have been the only reason I was keeping his stupid ass on his feet. Anyway, we get to the parking garage and put him back in Tami's SUV. Lauren and I get into her car and she's still pissed and I'm still pissed and we get to talking and I think she cried again. We got to Denny's with no incident. Trent collapsed on the table and didn't budge the entire time. We all ordered. I had cheese sticks, Lauren had french toast, and Tami had Moons over my Hammy. Trent mumbled into the front of his shirt that he wanted a sampler. Everyone was too stressed to eat. Trent was too drunk. Tami kept trying to get him to eat and he mumbled something about "stomach. it hurts." I laughed. Tami was relentless and I told her that if he didn't eat it tonight, it'd be waiting on him tomorrow. I washed off my hand. It looked only marginally better without all the extra blood. Tami had to go home then, so we loaded Trent into the back of Lauren's car. She's a better person than I am. If it would have been me in her shoes, I'd have dumped him on Tami. Anyway, so we head out towards Nineveh. Lauren cries several times, and since Trent is passed the fuck out in the back, we talk freely. She cries several times on the way to Trent's. When we get there, we find that he has actually put on his seat belt. Hahaha! I woke him up (he claims he wasn't sleeping) and he undid his seatbelt and just laid there. I asked him how he felt about going inside and he said that he would LOVE to go inside but that there were soooo many obstacles.... Seatbelt, standing, doors.... I helped him to the back door and he had to get the spare key to get in. This should have been a warning sign to me, but I didn't think about it. He almost fell over a few times just opening the door. I followed him through the house, almost to his door, watching him as he almost ran into just about everything in the house. I said goodnight to him and went back into the living room where Lauren was. We sat in there for a while and eventually went outside to the rec room. We sat out there and talked and she cried her eyes out until about 4. She was also very tired, I could tell, and I wanted so bad to let her stay there, but I knew that it would be a bad scene in the morning if I did. She went on home. I was exausted. I went to bed. I was so tired it hurt to be awake, but I couldn't sleep and for the first time in my life, Trent's house was not the comforting safe haven that it has always been to me. For the first time ever, I was scared. Every noise was threatening, and every shadow was sinister. I know every branch out those windows by that couch and yet that night they were all foreign, out to get me, terrifying. I eventually fell into a troubled sleep.