Sometimes I find that I list out things I want to write about and then never return to do it.
Well, I sorta wrote about Lovely Leahs wedding in the last entry and alluded to the fact that it was an excruciating event for me to be a part of simply due to the fact that I wont be having a wedding of my own in August (heartbreakingly close) AND that Leahs wedding was taking place at a venue that holds a sentimental meaning for me (EXMS and I had special times there).
Lovely only had one bridesmaid (her sister), and it was up to the girlfriends to basically set up the reception and get the bride ready to GO! During all of the prep and the whole event I alternated between proudly holding up and completely breaking down on the inside. I spent a lot of time in the shadows when I felt so low, and I sent texts to TMG from time to time. He did razz me quite a bit and he did tell me to buck up and be there for my friend. But still. It was HARRRD.
The wedding itself was nice, as was dinner afterwards. But the after-events made me really want to kill myself.
Long story short, I let V. (girlfriend) stay in my hotel room because, well, I had the room since EXMS wasnt with me. I didnt know that it meant that J. was going to stay in MY room as well (J. is sweet, but so unbelievably annoying in that bleach blond, fake tit, hyper, cougar-y way). They got drunk and obnoxious. And I didnt want to hang with either one of them, so I hung with the other girls and the bride during the party.
When I got back to my room, neither V. nor J. was there. I fell asleep and woke (at around 4am) to two drunkards banging on my hotel room door. I let them in, and they were full-on laughing and slurring and I was livid. I told them to shut-it and go to sleep.
So then loudmouth J. was thinking that she was whispering (in that drunk loud-whisper, you know?), and she asked me for my hotel key (Id given them BOTH a key already), and I sad NO. So she whisper-slurred to V, well, I guess I better take that guy whos waiting in the car home. Will you please answer the door when I get back?
And V. was all, yeah *giggle, giggle, giggle*
ARRRRGGGGHHHH!
Of course, V. passes out drunk and snoring LOUDLY in the other bed, so she never hears J when she gets back after whatever shes done with that guy whos waiting in the car.
I hear J. knocking softly and then louder and louder and LOUDER and finally I get up and flail open the door and before she can open her fat silicone lips I tell her to, be quiet and GO TO SLEEP!!! Please.
Yes, I did say please.
I wanted to just sob in my bed. This is NOT the life I want. I do NOT want to be a damn desperate single woman sharing hotel rooms with other drunk single women at weddings .
It was the worst part of the whole wedding experience.
I pretended to be asleep when they woke. I knew that J. was going to leave early to drive back to [our city], and Id told V. earlier that Id drive her back in my car. But when J. woke up V. to ask her if she wanted a ride, I could hear V. waffling between getting up and going or waiting for me to take her. She ended up going with J (even though shed taken a Xanax and was still completely fucked up). I was relieved.
And that was just ONE part of the whole disturbing story. Other stuff was happening as well that really messed with my head and my heart and my other senses (includes more drunk dumbasses and vomit not mine ..bleaaaahhhhh!).
Next morning was good, though. I got to hang with my other homegirls who flew in from various parts of the country. We had a great brunch, and I actually enjoyed driving the three hours home by myself. Sure beat having to deal with a chick with a raging hangover.
All in all, a beautiful wedding that was just marred by my own heartache and sensitivity. Oh well. I did my best. Thats all I can do.
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