Boy Howdy! I have had an eventful last several days. Warning: longest entry ever. I will post a follow up to this entry with photos later. I would have done it yesterday but I was too hung over.
On the Saturday before Christmas we went over to my Aunt Zaidy and Uncle Jimmie's house for the dreaded family get-together. I was raised without the extended family influence almost completely starting when I was about 9, and I really only see them once every year or two so it's not usually a very comfortable setting for me. This is compounded by the fact that we are the absolute blackest sheep branch of the family, and that my mother openly resents my aunt Zaidy. This typically results in an extremely awkward and forced judge-fest on the part of my aunt, uncles and cousins. I will add here that this is likely just paranoia on my part - but I come by it honestly.
Sunday we went to the family gift exchange for Cory's family and I got a very cute throw that I am in love with. We played with babies and introduced Zoe to everyone, then took off for College Station to visit SANTA'S WONDERLAND and have hot chocolate and hayrides. When we got there the line was three miles long, and we decided that we would just leave and come back another time. As we were entering the freeway we realized that the line was only for cars that were driving through, and we were going to Santa's Village and taking a hayride so we pulled over, parked and proceeded to have the most mind-blowingly awesome, santa-filled, freezing cold time ever. When we finished the hayride, Elf was playing on the movie screen and I thought I just might explode from the excitingness of it all. We left filled with hot chocolate and hella fun memories. Yay for Santa's wonderland!
The first couple of days of the Christmas week consisted of Zoe and I baking, making peppermint bark, grocery shopping, present shopping, and stressing out about what to get my darling husband. Tuesday was defined by a couple of phone calls where in yours truly was in hysterics and bawling like nobody's business about how Christmas was ruined because Cory's presents weren't good enough. By Christmas eve Zoe and I had solved this problem, and all I had to freak out about was having 15 people over at my house the next day.
Along with trying to get my own home ready for Christmas dinner the next day, we had to go over to my sister's house for Christmas eve dinner since Stan was going to be out of town on the big day. It was great, I drank too much wine and ended up not sleeping at all because lately that's what happens when I drink too much. The dinner was fun though, and I am very proud of my sister for hosting such a lovely dinner party.
Christmas day we woke up pretty early - which was easy since I never really went to sleep anyway. We opened presents and loved them. I got a ridiculously beautiful DSLR camera that is so complicated I want to cut my head off - and which I look forward to figuring out in the near future - and the mister got a new phone and a pocket knife and I framed a favorite poster of his for his studio. We spent the morning playing with our new toys while preparing christmas dinner and watching Christmas movies.
Everything went off without a hitch. Everyone who came over had a good time. We exchanged gifts and ate delicious food and watched the kids defile my driveway with the sidewalk chalk I bought them. I showed my dad how to use his new iPod, and we all took turns playing Cory's new Wii that my mama bought him (pictures to follow). AND I GOT AN AMAZING SEWING MACHINE from my mama. We tried to go to the 30 foot fall show because I have been telling Butch I would for the past 3 years, but the line was ridiculous and we were tired so we had a couple of drinks at Jimmie's and went home.
Friday we bought the coolest floor cushion ever from Urban Outfitters and I was even able to charm the guy at the register into giving us a 20% discount. Go me. Later that night we met up with Laura and Dave and Candace for her 21st birthday. We started out at Jimmie's, then went to Beer Island - which may be the worst place in the world- then I suggested that we go to Cecil's. We stayed there until the bar closed, and I was able to sleep because I drank a lot of water in between beers.
Saturday we went to Cooper's 5th birthday party and played with babies all afternoon. It was fantastic, especially since I am baby crazy right now. They are so cute I just want to eat them up! We rented a Wii golf game and played it while I made a pot of beans and gingersnaps. Later in the night we went to James' party, and that is where things got crazy.
I spent the evening socializing with people I recognized, and drinking vodka and cranberry juice like water. Finally, we sat down with these two super nice and fun people, and I was talking about how my firm would kick his precinct's ass when my ex-boyfriend came over to talk to us. He hadn't recognized me for more than half of the night, and he still didn't recognize me until he introduced himself and I said my name was Rachel.
All of the sudden he came completely unglued. He told my husband that we needed to "Get the fuck out of there," and many other classy gems of that nature. He yelled at me saying that he is so in love with me and he lays awake every night thinking of what might have been and something about how I could just sit there and act like I am not ruining his life. Also something about how he will never be able to love anyone the way he loved me. All this from someone who did not fucking recognize me - that's how in love with me he is, folks. Also worth noting is that we broke up FOUR YEARS AGO. AND, he didn't even like me when we were together - he was madly in love with some other ex girlfriend he couldn't have named Allie. He was threatening my husband with physical violence, and it is funny because Cory is a foot taller than him, and at least 80 pounds heavier. Cory handled it like a complete gentleman and I am so proud of him for that. Even I wanted to reach over and deck him. Eventually we had to leave the party because Brendan wouldn't fucking shut up about how I was his fiance (not true) and all of the other things I mentioned above.
Basically, he is an absolutely pathetic and juvenile sociopathic narcissist. Not like I didn't know that already.
James called me on Sunday to find out what happened, to apologize for Brendan's behavior, and to express his hope that the situation would not prevent us from attending any parties in the future. I don't think it will. I think we will give it one more try, and if he cannot contain his volatility next time, then we will give it up and find other people to socialize with. I spent the better part of Sunday trying not to throw up. I still felt drunk from the night before, and horribly hungover in every way. I was feeling crappy, so I wanted to go somewhere crappy and gross that I had never been before - and we settled on Applebee's. It was every bit as god-awful as I thought it would be, and I still do not remember precisely why we decided to go there. It's not funny to go somewhere and pay for movie theatre quality food. We might as well gone to Chili's for that. We spent most of the day napping and doing nothing. For dinner we had McDonalds - in keeping with the shitty food theme. I do not eat fast food, so my kid's meal chicken nuggets were quite a treat. we ended the night by playing Wii golf and now I am back at work and this was the longest entry ever.
If you have made it this far - kudos to you.
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