Harry's drinking binge
Dec. 5th, 2004 02:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spankerellaI feel shredded today. I think I'm coming down with something, but that's not the real reason. And I'll get into THAT in a sec. I just have to say the names have been changed to protect the semi-guilty. But some of you who KNOW ME know me will know who the players are... or be able to figure it out. Below is proof that I can never say my life is boring.
So... just as I'm shutting down my computer to settle in for a nice 8 hours of sleep before working on Sunday morning, my phone rings. My phone NEVER rings. Most people call the house phone because the one in my room is mainly used as the computer line.
It's a friend. We'll call him "Ron". He and his wife "Hermione" had gone out with "Harry" for dinner and a bit of hanging out. Harry had drank a bit more than a bit. Harry was now WAY drunk and being a bit of an arse. As I am good in dealing with drunken arses, I was asked if I could please come over and help. Naturally, I go. And hoo boy, Harry's pretty darn drunk. He's so drunk, at one point, he tries to make out with me. Which is hysterical. I should be furious about that, but I'm just not. He'll just have to square with the fact that I will be using that very awkward moment in a book somewhere. It was the only time I had saliva on my neck and face, and it didn't belong to a dog.
He also became a bit more familiar with Boo and Bee (my breasts) than I would have liked. Thank the goddess I opted for an actual bra when I left and not just leaving on the sports bra I was sleeping in. I also got a lap dance. Oh the horror. It's a good thing we're such good friends. I might never forgive dear Harry for this otherwise. There was also some lip biting because I wouldn't kiss him. Naturally not! He was off his ass. If I'm going to make a concentrated effort to smooch someone, they ain't gonna be drunk... because drunk there's a great chance they won't recall the kiss. And one should never waste kissing. Yes, he should be embarrassed later, but he's seen me off my ass drunk before too. I used to be a real big alcoholic. Used to be. I conquered that demon. But not before he and others had witnessed some spectacular binges and bad behavior.
Well, when Harry tried to leave, there was trouble. He insisted he was fine enough to drive. MY ASS! He was so not driving home, and I didn't care if I had to let him grope me all night to prevent it. We practically had to wrestle the keys from him. We were going to drive him home. There was some trouble about that. He didn't want to go home. Ron and Hermione offered to let him sleep it off on their sofa. He didn't want to do that. He wanted to drive around. Um... no way. The thing with Harry is he's had a rough year. Very rough. He's been drinking more, and if he thinks he's being coddled, he reacts a bit stubbornly. Nasty stubborn. Ron had used Harry's cell phone to call Harry's mum to ask where Harry was staying these days. She was waiting up... because Harry had moved back in with her recently. She was worried about him. She suspected he had gone out drinking. We told her we were gonna try to bring Harry home. He reacted badly. He got a bit loud. The police were called. Harry still wouldn't let us drive him home... even after the police were telling him that really was the best plan. He refused. Harry got arrested for public intoxication. It was horrible.
Usually I'm able to "talk people down" when they're drunk. Get them to at least to some semblance of what others want them to do in the situation, get them to take one of the options, but Harry wasn't budging. I was even willing to ride in the backseat with him, and hold him down if I needed to. There was even a point when I thought Harry and Ron were gonna throw down about the car keys, but Ron held his temper, despite some of the things being said and done. What baffles me is that I know Harry's been upset lately, a bit self destructive too, but I didn't know he had a passion for Russian roulette... because that's what you're playing when you drink and drive. And not just with YOUR life, but with the lives of everyone on the road with you. Harry's never been that self destructive. He's never been that careless. He's always recognized when he shouldn't drive. It was like he just didn't care last night. That scared me more than anything else.
So I just woke up. It's about 2 PM. I didn't get back home until after 7 AM. I called in to work this morning. Thankfully the cool assistant manager, who just so happens to have a set of friends similar in craziness to mine, was there. She totally understood. I may have to buy her lunch one day for being so cool about this. It's also been slow all weekend, so it was no big. She still gets a meal out of me for being so nice though. I just feel terrible now. I'm worried. I'm stressed out.
Bright side... I now do not have to say in a forlorn tone that it's been over a year since I made out with somebody. *snicker* And yes, I do have to make jokes and laugh about parts of this. Otherwise I'll go mad.
So... just as I'm shutting down my computer to settle in for a nice 8 hours of sleep before working on Sunday morning, my phone rings. My phone NEVER rings. Most people call the house phone because the one in my room is mainly used as the computer line.
It's a friend. We'll call him "Ron". He and his wife "Hermione" had gone out with "Harry" for dinner and a bit of hanging out. Harry had drank a bit more than a bit. Harry was now WAY drunk and being a bit of an arse. As I am good in dealing with drunken arses, I was asked if I could please come over and help. Naturally, I go. And hoo boy, Harry's pretty darn drunk. He's so drunk, at one point, he tries to make out with me. Which is hysterical. I should be furious about that, but I'm just not. He'll just have to square with the fact that I will be using that very awkward moment in a book somewhere. It was the only time I had saliva on my neck and face, and it didn't belong to a dog.
He also became a bit more familiar with Boo and Bee (my breasts) than I would have liked. Thank the goddess I opted for an actual bra when I left and not just leaving on the sports bra I was sleeping in. I also got a lap dance. Oh the horror. It's a good thing we're such good friends. I might never forgive dear Harry for this otherwise. There was also some lip biting because I wouldn't kiss him. Naturally not! He was off his ass. If I'm going to make a concentrated effort to smooch someone, they ain't gonna be drunk... because drunk there's a great chance they won't recall the kiss. And one should never waste kissing. Yes, he should be embarrassed later, but he's seen me off my ass drunk before too. I used to be a real big alcoholic. Used to be. I conquered that demon. But not before he and others had witnessed some spectacular binges and bad behavior.
Well, when Harry tried to leave, there was trouble. He insisted he was fine enough to drive. MY ASS! He was so not driving home, and I didn't care if I had to let him grope me all night to prevent it. We practically had to wrestle the keys from him. We were going to drive him home. There was some trouble about that. He didn't want to go home. Ron and Hermione offered to let him sleep it off on their sofa. He didn't want to do that. He wanted to drive around. Um... no way. The thing with Harry is he's had a rough year. Very rough. He's been drinking more, and if he thinks he's being coddled, he reacts a bit stubbornly. Nasty stubborn. Ron had used Harry's cell phone to call Harry's mum to ask where Harry was staying these days. She was waiting up... because Harry had moved back in with her recently. She was worried about him. She suspected he had gone out drinking. We told her we were gonna try to bring Harry home. He reacted badly. He got a bit loud. The police were called. Harry still wouldn't let us drive him home... even after the police were telling him that really was the best plan. He refused. Harry got arrested for public intoxication. It was horrible.
Usually I'm able to "talk people down" when they're drunk. Get them to at least to some semblance of what others want them to do in the situation, get them to take one of the options, but Harry wasn't budging. I was even willing to ride in the backseat with him, and hold him down if I needed to. There was even a point when I thought Harry and Ron were gonna throw down about the car keys, but Ron held his temper, despite some of the things being said and done. What baffles me is that I know Harry's been upset lately, a bit self destructive too, but I didn't know he had a passion for Russian roulette... because that's what you're playing when you drink and drive. And not just with YOUR life, but with the lives of everyone on the road with you. Harry's never been that self destructive. He's never been that careless. He's always recognized when he shouldn't drive. It was like he just didn't care last night. That scared me more than anything else.
So I just woke up. It's about 2 PM. I didn't get back home until after 7 AM. I called in to work this morning. Thankfully the cool assistant manager, who just so happens to have a set of friends similar in craziness to mine, was there. She totally understood. I may have to buy her lunch one day for being so cool about this. It's also been slow all weekend, so it was no big. She still gets a meal out of me for being so nice though. I just feel terrible now. I'm worried. I'm stressed out.
Bright side... I now do not have to say in a forlorn tone that it's been over a year since I made out with somebody. *snicker* And yes, I do have to make jokes and laugh about parts of this. Otherwise I'll go mad.
