I’ve been fidgeting for the last couple of days, because I really wanted to rant but didn’t want to do so until I had already resolved it with the person. So, now that it’s been discussed and possibly resolved, I can post-rant, if that makes any sense. Heh.

To be fair, I’m going to use nicknames. On a certain day of every week, myself and a few friends get together to watch movies or whatever. Well, last week we planned on getting together as usual. My friend “Zeppelin” couldn’t make it, so it was just myself and “Jude”. (Ten-thousand points if you can guess where these nicknames are coming from.)

“Jude” was excited about it being an entirely female night, and bounced around talking about how if her male friend “Tommy” wanted to hang out, she was going to tell him no. Well, “Tommy” called and asked if “Jude” wanted to hang out. She said no but he invited himself over, and she didn’t tell him no as she had said she would. I jokingly reminded her that she had said she was going to tell him no, and tried to just go with the flow. Well, “Jude” asked if I wanted to invite Mike, so naturally now that “Tommy” was coming I decided to do just that. Before Mike got there, “Tommy” arrived and was beyond drunk. Fantastic.

Our female night of female fun went entirely out the window, and not only that but “Tommy” was drunk as a skunk. Now, I’ll drink once in a while and when I do drink I like to get drunk, so I’m not knocking a good time. He was beyond just a good time, to the point where he was just really out there and pretty annoying. Apparently he’d been drinking since eight that morning. GASP. (He did buy us dinner, though, so I guess I can cut the guy a little slack. The problem is that he drove while piss drunk. I tried to stop him but he insisted and no one else would back me up, so I admittedly gave up. I feel kind of bad about that.)

Anyway, after I got home and slept and lived through a couple more days, I started to realize that this was like a pattern. It was starting to seem as if “Jude” tends to put her friends on the back burner whenever there is a guy involved. “Tommy” isn’t even her boyfriend, but I digress.

So this evening I finally got a few spare minutes to call “Jude” and talk to her. At first it didn’t seem like she was getting the point, but we’re both equally stubborn so that may have had something to do with it. (And, “Jude,” if you’re reading this: Don’t even try to deny it. We are both ridiculously stubborn.) She did see my side, and then explained that she is trying to help him. I can’t really argue with that, since I always feel the need to help every single person, but I did try to tell her it wasn’t her responsibility to keep him safe. Only “Tommy” can keep himself safe.

Realistically, this isn’t much of a rant. You’ve probably figured that out by now, so if you’ve made it this far I applaud your bravery for reading a very unjuicy post. I just refuse to write about stuff that I haven’t yet discussed with the people involved.

But, for those of you who think Mike and I are perfect, we got into a nice little fight this weekend. To make a long story short, he was stressed out about home stuff and we both wanted to do different things and misunderstood each other’s intentions. He ended up taking out his frustrations on me and we both got kind of immature. (You know how it is. Once you start, ya just can’t help yourself. Heh.)

Him: “Are you gonna take your clothes?” (He was dropping me off and I was already out of the truck.)

Me: “What? I can’t hear you.” (I totally could.)

Him: “Are you taking your clothes?”

Me: “I guess. I can’t carry that bag by myself.” (Again, I totally could.)

Him: “Why? You’re not strong enough?”

I grabbed the bag and did the whole I’m-going-to-pull-this-bag-out-of-the-car-angrily thing and he said he would call me later.

Me: “Don’t bother,” as I turned and walked into my house. I didn’t think he heard me. Honest. It took me an hour or so to realize that I hadn’t meant it. At the time, he was being a jerk for no reason and wouldn’t tell me why he was acting that way, so I was basically fed up. Of course, I knew that eventually I would call him or the other way around, because I am a sucker and could never just walk away from him. Heh. Anyway, it took him just as long to realize that I hadn’t meant the “don’t bother,” and he finally called me… and apologized. I was shocked. I was even more shocked when he actually talked to me about what was going on. (Usually, it so doesn’t work this way.)

So, next time someone says to me, “you and Mike never fight and are perfect,” I’m going to give them this URL.