fayetteville

went home for thanksgiving.  and actually i wish i could say some things happened that i didn’t expect would… but i can’t.  everything sketchy that happens in fayetteville hardly even shocks me anymore.  i think i’m at that point where i just embrace and appreciate it for what it is.

 

got in town wednesday and the girls came over for cake and champagne. and yes we knocked down three bottles before 8pm.  we then proceeded downtown where we ran into ex skater boy and left to go itz.  we had so much fun there.  my ex soccer player was there too.  but it was fine.  we all just took shots together and laughed all night. i had an amazing time!  we left to go home.  not before after being asked to go home with my ex soccer player.   however, after kindly saying no he asked if he could ask my best friend.  smooth…  we left and dropped off the girls.  the first drop off went smoothly. although we did wake up the whole neighborhood by singing so loudly in the driveway waiting till she got inside safely.  the second drop off we had to crawl through a doggy door because someone forgot their house keys.  my house was simple and our dd took her sister home.  i sat up talking to the bro for another couple hours and eating cinnamon toast crunch.  (god i miss a house that always had delicious sugary cereals and 2% milk on hand). 

woke up to like 7 missed calls and was informed one of my friends had been so drunk she’d peed on the floor of her room.  i vaguely remembered crawling through a doggy door.  and dad said i told my midget story so loud he was laughing upstairs.  ha.  what an awesome night.  thanksgiving dinner was perfect as usual. i love that mom incorporates as much alcohol as possible now too.  these are bourbon potatoes. and there is butter rum cake after dinner…  (not like i’m complaining but is funny)  if we had had that cheesy beer soup i’d probably have been concerned…

went out for a bit on thursday. nothing spectacular just visiting friends. and friday. i got stalked by the ex skaters boy’s baby’s mama.  yes. you heard me correctly.  as in she blocked me into a parking spot and called me a slut and cussed me out and i had no clue who she was till she began to beat him in the chest. also. i get calling me a slut. if i am one. shit if i do hook up with your boyfriend. you are more than entitled. but i for one did not hook up with him. and clearly by the shocked look on my face when i was called a slut…  you should have known. you fiesty ridiculous crazy girl.  who then proceeded to tailgate me when i was driving home.  i’m going to say tailgating when you have a 1 year old at home.  is not a bright idea.  anger over a totally made up situation aside.  that is just not a good idea.  if i slam on my brakes your toast!  and i can have road rage with the best of them!

i quickly left fayetteville before my tires got slashed.  but i did get to giggle on my way back to raleigh.

got drunk…check.  crawled through a doggy door…check.   got stalked…check.   all in all.  pretty damn normal.  god i love fayetteville.