So this post is gonna be me venting about alot of things. I had an OK weekend. Shane left on Thursday for a cruise with his coworkers. I thoroughly enjoyed having the house all to myself, and got alot done.
On Friday I was tired and feeling kinda ill, but Patrick and Eric wanted me to go out with them. I eventually decided to go. So I drove over to Patrick's and bought some beer for them on the way over. Robert was out of town for the weekend, so I thought it would be a good time to hang out with just Patrick. He's always joking that if they broke up I'd never come to hang out with him.
Anyways, we went to Christopher St. Pub and it was sink or swim there. For some reason Patrick had the brilliant idea to go to Chambers. We went there and I paid for him and I to get in. He only wanted to stay for one drink though, and then he wanted to go to the male room. When we got to the male room, patrick told me that Ryan had said something to him (that i will not mention here), that was upsetting. I text messaged Ryan and he called me back, refuted what had been told to me, and telling me the only time he had talked to Patrick before he left was when I was with him. Patrick had called me and then asked to talk to Ryan.
So basically Patrick, my friend, who I trust, told me a flat out lie to make me upset and angry with my boyfriend. There is more to the story than that though... Patrick had previously told rather nasty lies about me to Ryan. Of course it got back to me, and eventually I did find out that it was Patrick who said those things. So I basically came to the conclusion that Patrick A) is an unhappy person who can't stand to see other people happy, B) uses his disease as a justification for his abuse of prescription drugs and alcohol. I was fuming mad and threw my drink and then my glass at Patrick before we left. Then we argued the entire time home. I had a couple things to say to him.
I was so glad to be at home.
On Saturday Tropical Storm Barry made landfall early in the day, bringing us some very needed rain. It hadn't rained in months here, so it was a pretty good thing. I slept through it mostly, I love sleeping when it's rainy.
On Saturday, I had some projects to do around the house, but mostly I just relaxed and hung out. Same thing on Sunday. In the evening, Austin came over, I was bored and I wanted someone to vent to about the above drama. He also had his own drama to tell me all about. His crazed ex-roommate, Nancy, aka, Little Miss Piggy, had come over to his house and flipped out in front of his current roommates, as well as showed up at his place of employment. She also threatened him with coming to his work and waiting for him in the parking lot. I told him to get a restraining order.
