I should have blogged about this Saturday night in the heat of the moment, but now that I've calm down and the magnitude of my fury has dropped a few decibels.
disclaimer: I don't mean to offend/slander anyone in anyway, shape or form. This is just what I'm feeling ....well, at least the remnants of what I felt Friday night. On with the Wrath of Squeak...
So I'm gonna title this:
::deep breath::
I think I've mentioned in past blogs that last year, Valentine's Day - I went up and spent a few nights with a couple and we shared a room in Harrahs. We had so much fun and I never felt like a third wheel. They made me feel so welcomed and part of the crew....They made me forget I was up there Valentine's day with a couple. This past Friday night was the quite the opposite....extreme opposite.
I've learned a new theory. There are couples to hang out with and couples that you just can't, and you should be arrested if you do. I should be in prison right now. I learned my lesson the hard way this weekend, I doubt I'll ever hang out with this particular couple alone AGAIN (they aren't a couple YET). I would never ever want anyone to feel uncomfortable the way I did Friday night.
So why all this anger? Well, let me set up the scenario. I'll spare all the gory details, just the hot buttons.
Friday was a gorgeous day at Sierra - a crew of us went up to snowboard. Mind you, this couple had tremendous amount of high school PDA the entire day. You don't even want to know how many times I rolled my eyes.
here's the Chorus:
Kissy kissy
huggy huggy
smooch smooch smooch
hug hug hug
kissy kissy
Repeat Chorus
::rolls_eyes::
It was so annoying. You'd swear we're in high school. When two of my homies left after boarding to head back to the bay, I told them to wish me luck tonight, as I may need it. I sure did.
So the 3 of us (yes, the couple and I) headed off to the Southshore, (mind you, I drove) and we checked into a room at a motel close to the casinos. We settled in and hung out in the room to relax.
Repeat Chorus
Then we went to dinner which was cool. But we headed back and decided to call it a night and settled back into our beds.
We decided to go to sleep, the lights off, television left on.
Repeat Chorus
Add rustling around in sheets to that particular chorus.
With my back turned to them, I grabbed a pillow and put it over my ears all with quick, annoyed movements. I can still hear all the smooching going on. Then I hear,
"Squeak, is the TV bothering you?"
"No!!" I said all pissy...I thought I made it obvious. I guess not.
Repeat Chorus
I couldn't frickin sleep for the life of me, so a few ideas crossed my mind:
1. Try hard to sleep and keep cool
2. Run over to the lobby and get my own room, but I thought that's not for me to do
3. Kick them out?
4. Be a drama queen and yell "WTF?!?!? DO YOU GUYS MIND?"
5. Run out to the casino, but I didn't want to come back to room that smelled of sex
What did Squeak end up doing?
May be I should have put my makeup on cuz that way I would have had more options (i.e casino et.al). But, I jumped out of bed, into the bathroom, grabbed my cell phone from the charger (mind you I had all of two bars), put a sweatshirt on, socks and shoes, grabbed my purse and car keys and got the f*ck out of there. To where, I had no idea - it didn't help that I had no makeup and I was braless. eek!
Yeah, I pulled a drama queen, but I'd rather call it anger management.
I ended up at Denny's for 2.5 hours with several cups of decaf coffee. I looked pathetic. I never felt so disrespected, so uncomfortable. It was almost humiliating. I couldn't help but think that they were probably glad I took off, leaving the room to themselves. Afterall, I'm just a nuisance and a ride home. I called my homeboy all teary eyed to calm me down. (It takes a lot to make Squeak cry!) I thank god he was there for me at the time with his wise words and comforting voice. Those two battery bars were spent well.
Suffice to say, we talked it out in the morning, but I have to admit to this day I have bad taste in my mouth. Forgiven? Forgotten? Forgiveness will come in time, but I won't forget cuz these scars are deep.
As we headed home from Tahoe, I bought cigarettes at the gas station and looked over to where they were...standing between the fuel pumps, kissing.....
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