Sorry for the lack of posts, I’ve actually been getting a tad bit busy. This last weekend was pretty damn crazy for those uninvolved in the events that took place. I guess we can start with the end of work on Friday.
I get back from one of my glorious short breaks to see that I have missed an instant message from my sister. She wasn’t online anymore so I decided to text her to see what was up. Well, the second after I finished sending the text to her I see that my Dad is giving me a call. The best thing about this is how lazy I am with my phone contacts. The cell number my Dad is currently using used to be the one that my Mom had, and I had set up my phone a long time ago to have a picture of her pop up on the screen whenever she calls. Of course I never really changed it. Now, whenever I see a picture of my Mom, I know it’s my Dad calling. I am only slightly retarded.
Well, it was pretty hard to hear what he was saying on the line but what I did figure out is that he had just been in a car accident and could use some help emptying out the crumpled mess that were the remains of his car. I informed the proper people in the office and left a few minutes early to help out my Dad. The only other thing I had heard on the line was that everyone indeed was okay. Knowing my luck in all this, traffic was a true bitch on the highway. I finally make it home after like forty minutes (note to my awesome readers: It normally takes me about twenty-five minutes to get home). Well, once inside I greet my Dad and it’s obvious he’s still a little shaken up by everything. After a few minutes we head off to the auto insurance guy to lay down the claim.
Once we get seated in the insurance office with the guy who is taking down the claim I finally hear the whole story of what happened. My dad was in the left lane of a divided road (like, two lanes in the opposite directions and he was in the left lane of the two lanes going his direction). As he was approaching an intersection he sees that there is a van waiting to turn left across his lane onto some other road. He has a green light so he keeps on down the road. Right before he gets to the intersection, the van decides to pull out and make the turn. Of course, she (and no I’m not making all bad drivers female, this one just happened to be) didn’t time things too well. My dad tried to swerve off away from her van but ended up clipping the backside, spinning her around, and ultimately knocking the van over. This is when my Dad pointed out that the light for him was still green after he hit her. So my Dads car is pretty squished, airbags deployed and everything. Well he gets out and tries to help her out of her van and sees that she had two kids in the back. They get out just fine, crying because they’re scared or surprised or whatever. Well, she ended up being somewhat pinned in the van so emergency response had to take their time in getting her out. The cop was there didn’t ticket my Dad and he didn’t believe that the woman got a ticket either. So, she was sent out to the hospital for observation just to make sure there were no serious injuries and that was pretty much all that my Dad knew.
Of course, we were filing the claim on her insurance because she had pulled out in front of my Dad when he had a green light. Even if her light was green, she was trying to turn left across oncoming traffic where the rule is pretty much ‘Yield ‘til its clear’. So, the shitty thing in all this is we come to find out for some reason she’s trying to claim the accident on my Dads insurance. I’m not quite sure how she places the blames there but then again I’ll take a neutral point and say I only heard one side of the story. (The right side...). So, that was that. After leaving the insurance guys office we head to his car and load everything we could get out into my car and head home. Later that night I ended up going out drinking at Sammy’s and Stoolies. And yes, Stoolies is Stool Pigeons for those who don’t know. That was a fun night to an overall shitty day.
I’ll go ahead and fast forward to the next night and the less exciting but quite interesting set of events. So Natalie, my best female friend, calls me up and pretty much says, “Come over! We’re drinking and we’re going to sing karaoke.” For those who don’t know me all too well, I love singing. I fully accept that I’m not very good. Hell, there’s about a 105% chance I wouldn’t make it past the first round on American Idol, but I still do it all the damn time. I grab a microphone (because hers just isn’t working) and head out to her place.
Once there, I see how retarded good ol’ Nat really is. Her “karaoke” machine is basically a tape deck from the early 80’s. It had an FM radio on it and dual tape decks. Oh yeah, the microphone jack doesn’t work. So we decide to just stick to drinking and watching like MTV Hits or something for music. As the night goes on we’re all getting fairly well off and this guy Jason shows up. This is a kid I met a long time ago through Nat. He’s a cool guy, but I really don’t know him that well.
So Jason has about three drinks and gets utterly shit-faced. We didn’t really know this until we all came to the conclusion that he went missing. We found him lying on the grass next to his car. Like, he was lying on the ground, barely breathing and puking. So, like any other responsible set of adults, we pick him up, bring him inside and throw him on the couch. Bad idea. He pukes there. We move him to the shower. More puke.
We ask him if he took or had anything before he came and he replies, “Uhnhmmhyah”. Okay, “Do you want us to call an ambulance?”
“Unhmhhmmyah.”
So we call an ambulance. The police, fire department, and an ambulance show up. They eventually get him out of the house and cart him off to the hospital. That was about at 5:00AM. We didn’t find out until the next morning that his BAC was .258. Yeah, that’s pretty damn dangerous.
And, that was my weekend. Until next blog…
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