Talk about playing hard - poor guy was SO sleepy on Sunday!!
We finally got a baby play yard so that we can corral the mighty crawler. Check it out - it's fondly known in our house as the "baby jail."
George and I had a completely interesting weekend. Long story short, rumors have been going around that our neighbor, "L," was sleeping around on her husband, "Z," with their roommate, "J," and another dude, "B." It was heard secondhand from L's friend, "T," who is there quite a bit. We spent Saturday in Waikiki at the zoo and had dinner overlooking the sunset. Sara and her husband, Chris, invited us over to drink after the babies were in bed, so we were excited for some adult conversation over adult beverages! When we got home, Chris was more interested in playing beer pong in Z and L's disgusting house, Sara was feeling torn, and George and I got roped into going to Z and L's.
Their house seriously is disgusting. George said that as he was playing beer pong, the TOPS of his feet were getting dirty. He tried to wipe them clean at one point, but 10 minutes later, they were covered again. When the games ceased for a bit, Sara and I tried to herd the boys over to their yard to relax and wind down.
Of course, everyone from Z & L's house follow us to Sara and Chris's house. DRAMA seemed to immediately follow. Drunk Chris tells Z about the rumors Sara has heard about L. Z, naturally, completely loses it and it's even worse because he's drunk. J freaks and runs, calling someone on his cell saying "You have to come get me, come get me now!" B wasn't at the festivities. When L finally comes outside, she's a blubbering mess, saying she didn't do anything wrong and that Z is wrong for believing other people and L doesn't know where the rumors started. Z and L have a 3 year old little girl, who for some reason, was not asleep at 12:30am. Sara and I took her inside since L was hysterically crying (drinking like a fucking lush will do that to you sometimes!) and distracted their daughter with juice, crackers, and cartoons. Sara left me inside for a few minutes and George came inside. We'd been communicating through LOOKS all evening, so I knew he was inside to try to avoid the drama. While we were inside with the little girl, apparently L confessed and Z lost it again. Sara came inside, demanding that I come outside to talk to L.
L goes on and on about how it might have been wrong, but she was curious and that Z doesn't show that he loves her and how she wants to get pregnant again, etc. Seeing as I'm the most sober female here (I'd had 3 drinks over 4 hours at this point and the events were a complete buzzkill), I attempt to talk reason with someone who's past the point of knowing how to spell the word "reason." Z is outside the back fence ready to throw his fist through anything that will stand still and is downing alcohol that Sara continues to bring him like it's water. Puking in the grass by the back fence twice wasn't enough to stop him from swigging the bottle of Jack. Seriously, people, are we all this immature?!?! I thought the military was supposed to straighten people out.
Eventually L goes home (either to cry or to pass out from the alcohol, who knows) and Z is standing out back with the rest of us. Sara and Chris start play fighting in the yard and she landed a pretty good slap on his cheek. He jokingly tackles her to the ground and when he comes up, she's OUT. STONE COLD OUT. Unresponsive. Slapping her face, talking to her, tickling her, pouring water on her face don't work, so Chris calls 911. Apparently she's had a blackout like this before, but at this point, I'm scared that it's the alcohol.
I go inside to check on Z & L's little girl - thankfully still asleep in front of the tv. I go out front and turn on the lights to wait for the ambulance and I hear the guys in the back. I go back inside to see them fireman-carrying her through the gate and up to the house. She's dead weight. We get her to the front yard and we're able to get her back for just a moment before she starts throwing up. She loses conciousness again. When the paramedics get to the house, I'm completely in shock that the evenings events have led to this. I am in control enough to ask Chris if he wants me to get Ava ready to go, if he wants me to stay in the house with Ava, or if he wants me to go with Sara in the ambulance and have him follow in the car. He asks me to stay with Ava, so I do.
The ambulance leaves and I start sobbing. I've never gone through anything so seriously scarry in my life and I never want to again. George came back inside with me and stayed until I calmed down. He went back home to stay with Brady and told me to text him if I got any news.
I think I fell asleep for about a half hour. Around 4am, Chris called to tell me that she was awake and getting better, but that they were going to do x-rays on her. Ava woke up around then, so I fed her and put her back to bed. Right as she is drifting off to sleep, Chris comes in (apparently he got a ride from someone), gets the keys to his truck and says they're almost done with Sara and that he'll be back as soon as he can.
At this point, I call Whitney because it's 4:30am and I need to stay awake in case Ava doesn't fall back asleep and I need to tell someone about this INSANE night. I'm wrapping up my convo with her when Sara finally walks through the door with Chris. She's fine, 2 bruised ribs, 1 cracked rib, but otherwise fine. They don't know why she blacked out, so she's got to go back in for neurological tests, but thankfully everything is ok. Don't know if the ribs were injured from play fighting with Chris or from George's fireman carry to the front lawn, but I'm just glad she's ok.
George and I finally get to sleep around 5:30am. UGH. Brady woke up at 7:30, but George let me sleep until almost 10. We watched the beginning of the Pats/Redskins game, but when the Skins started getting their ass kicked, he went upstairs to nap. We finally got our butts in gear to go grocery shopping. We got Brady in the carseat and Z is outside and wants to talk to us. Apparently he and L talked all day and he tells us her story completely changed: she says B raped her in February and that nothing ever happened with J.
Now. I was raped when I lost my virginity. I know what it's like to have people not believe someone when they say they had something so horrible happen to them. However. If this were really the case, why would she have "confessed" to sleeping with BOTH men? And if this were really the case, why would she have been so upset the previous night? AND, if this were really the case, why did J book it when he heard Z "found out?" It doesn't all add up. I always said that I would believe any woman who said she was raped because I've been in their shoes and I know how hard it is to even admit it. But 2+2 is coming up to, like, 1,939,837 and I just can't trust that she's telling the truth. However, it's not my marriage and the only thing I have to share with her is a wall until next April. I hope Z is right in trusting his wife's version of events. He deploys to Iraq in December.
I thought Hawaii was supposed to be paradise....why is it filled with rednecks and drama?! I thought I left that in Virginia....
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