crazy nights

what a night i had last night. sometimes i wonder why on the nights where craziness and bizarre circumstances might be appropriate (works with the time schedule and all) there never is craziness, but on the nights when you need to go to bed early because you have to wake up for work at 5:20am, there is so much craziness that you can only get 2 hours of sleep. yes, well that happened to me last night and needless to say, i didnt go to work today.

it all started with the phone call from mae... this was a happy thing. now that mae and i are in separate cities, the biweekly chat has become our quality time. so it is important to me, and staying up a bit later than normal because of it is very worth while. it might be said that it was a happy night, than sarah came home. thursday nights are "posh night" for sarah and her work people (posh is a club in downtown akron, which incidentally i hate), so she was just going to be home for the brief time that would be necessary to get ready.

a little background... i quit smoking 2 months ago. well, this week hasnt been so good in that department. friday night i smoked 5 cigarettes when i was out with friends. yesterday at work, i smoked 3 cigarettes, and than after work, i went and bought a pack. this to me is an indication that i am officially smoking again. sarah is not so down with the colleen smoking thing, which is good, so i wasnt really looking forward to the confrontation that would come of her finding out that i am smoking again. she knew about friday, but because of the conflict i wanted to avoid, i decided yesterday that i wasnt going to tell her i started again, i was just going to let her find out when she did. than, sometime during the course of my talk with mae, i decided that i should just tell sarah and deal with however she might respond.

in the brief time that she was home before angela (her friend) came over, i told her. amazing, she responded very well, but i didnt. talking about it made me incredibly disappointed in myself and the fact that this seems to happen nearly every time i try to quit smoking. so i stopped talking and just sat really depressed with myself. than angela came over, and i succeeded in being a complete ass to sarah (because i was pissed with myself for smoking, not because she did anything wrong), than they left. it was however only after angela drank 4 of my beers. we are not talking cheap domestics either... it was Newcastle... she drank 4 of my Newcastles! if you know me at all you know that this is far from okay in the world of colleen.

finally, at 12:30 when they left, i went to sleep. this would give me just under 5 hours of sleep, which isnt really fun with the 10.5 hour work day, but it is doable. than, at 3am, i was woken by a wasted angela stumbling through my apartment, sarah trying to get her to be quiet, and angela yelling about who knows what. yes, unfun. so i got out of bed to see what the commotion was all about. sarah proceeds to explain that angela is too drunk to drive home, so she is going to sleep at our apartment. than suddenly, sarah realizes that angela has passed out in her bed and she has no where to sleep. calmly, i say she can just sleep on the fouton (fine), than she realizes that a drunk person is in her bed, and drunk people often throw up. essentially, she is freaking out. being the pro that i am when it comes to drinking and handling drunk people (no i am not proud of that), i sat and chatted with her about the whole situation. things were calming down, than angela started to throw up... not good. so sarah is freaking out again, and i am trying to bring peace to the massive confusion. finally, at 4:30, when i am going to bed, i realize that i have to be awake for work in less than an hour, which would have given me a total of just over 3 hours sleep. this is not enough, i would have risked cutting my hand off or something of the sort (i work in knife factory), so i called in and said i wouldnt be there. now this may seem like a fun and exciting thing to not have to go to work, but it definitely cost me $150.

i woke up sarah at 8:45 this morning (her alarm clock was in her room), drank some coffee, than helped her get angela's half-sober ass up and out of our apartment. before she left, angela took the sheets off sarahs bed and put them in a trash bag so that we could wash them. so here i am, sitting at my parents house doing laundry. i put the sheets in before starting my own laundry so that they wouldnt smell up the entire basement, and it was then that i realized that not only did she throw up all over the sheets, she definitely peed all over them too. as if dealing with all of that last night wasnt enough, now my hands now smell like vomit and piss (yes, i have washed them several times, but it wont freaking go away!)

the only positive outcome of the whole evening is that i got rid of the cigarettes. seeing angela like that reminded me of how i used to be when my life was in that same sort of state (however, i was never that bad). smoking has always been something that leads my life in bad directions, so i knew that if i started again it would be the first step at moving back towards that. so they are gone, i am done, and back on the road of not smoking.

i am not sure what the moral of this whole story is, but i think that there is a lesson to be learned here somewhere. i end with 2 things... (1) be careful, becoming an alcoholic is easier than you know, and (2) dont drink and drive, it is stupid.