Shut Up, You're Just a Fat Bitch

You can never go out with a bunch of younger guys to a bar, and expect it to be drama free. Just sayin'.

The Aces have made it into the fight for the Kelly Cup. So fo course I went to the game Friday, which they lost (don't get me started!). I also went to the game on Sat. Both nights I went with 'JT' who is one of my husband's troops (nice kid).

Sat. Chels went too and we had her drive us. We had a few drinks at the game, where I promptly got into a fight with one of South Carolina's Ast. Coaches. No, you can't take me any where. The people around me were cheering me on, and I had to reply with 'please don't encourage me.' Because honestly, that's not a good thing. my bad behavior shouldn't be encouraged.

After the game we met up with 'Es' (another guy in DH's shop). We had Chels drop us off at the bar. We played darts for a while and JT got drunk, way too fast. He was going around flirting with all kinds fo chicks (it was pretty funny to watch at least) and some chicks didn't like it. So one girl was being a HUGE bitch and happened to be sitting at a table right next to ours. She started to get nasty and Es started to tell her off, for JT. Well, she didn't take it well. After a new, Es was like 'Sit down and shut up. You're nothing but a stupid fat bitch anyway.' I about fell off of my chair laughing, because she promptly sat down!! BAAAAHHHHH HA HA HA

After a little bit, I'd decided I'd had enough for the night and called Chels to come get me. She got there at about 1:30am. I told JT and Es I was leaving and asked if either of them needed a sober ride. They said they were both good, so I said good night and left.

I got home and crawled into bed. My head hit the pillow and my phone started to go off. It was JT. He said he needed I ride home. I told him it was too late, the DD was already at home for the night. Got nothing back. About 30 min. later I got another message that said 'some guy just punched me in the face 3 times'.

WHAT?!??!

I didn't get that message until I got up for the day. Turns out, right after I left JT got kicked out of the bar for being too drunk. I guess he should have left when I said it was time, eh? While outside some guy started a fight with him. JT ignored him and was waiting for his DD to get there. Then, while JT was watching the cops give some guy a ticket across the street, the little ass hole came up and sucker punched him in the jaw 3 times. The guys girlfriend pulled him off of JT and said he should leave before JT started to hit him back. In the mean time security was out there. Es was still in the bar and JT called him. Es comes out with 3 security guys and the little shit that suck punched JT took off.

Ah, a night of drinking isn't complete in the military unless someone gets punched in the mouth.

'Welcome'

Ok, for those of you who don't know me.......... here's the 'back ground'.

Meeting my husband:
I was getting ready to go into the Air Force and turn 21. I was planning a big 21st. birthday bash. A friend of mine 'Denny' (I met while working security years prior) wanted to come up and celebrate with me. He was stationed at Warner Robins AFB, in GA. He came up, the night went great. We bar hoped and landed at a strip club in central WI (where I lived at the time). At bar time (2am WI time, so 3am GA time) we left. My cousin L was our DD, Denny and I were drunk. Denny was in the back seat, my upfront. Denny was feeling up my cousin from the back seat (lol and ewww all at the same time). I stole Denny's phone and said 'lets call a friend of yours' (who doesn't love drunk dialing at 3am?!?!). He told me he didn't have any friends. I scrolled through his phone saying 'everyone has friends' and landed on James. Denny said 'he's pretty cute.' So I gave him a call. This guy picked up the other end!! It was 3 in the freakin' morning on a Friday!! He had just gotten off work and answered the phone because he knew Denny was going up to 'some girl's' birthday party and he thought Denny had gotten arrested (seriously?? Denny was really lame and quiet... he'd never get arrested, EVER). Well, we chatted (yes, me being drunk) until 6am. He gave me his number and told me to call him the next day (so Friday) when I sobered up, if I even remembered. Well, I did. I had to take L to the hospital for an out patient thing and while I was waiting for her to get out, I called him.... and he answered again!!

I had some vacation time coming up (I worked a very high stress job and you could only work so many days a week, but that's another story). He told me I should come down there for a visit. Less than 2 weeks later I was on a plane to Georgia.

I stayed in GA for 2 weeks and we got on great. We had soooooo much fun. Actually, I almost got him arrested my first night on base (again, another story). James asked me if I would move to GA to be with him. I flew home on a Friday, packed my bags on Saturday, and was back in GA by Sunday. My family was pretty upset about it, but so it goes.

We were married just a month later on December 21, 2004. It was VERY fast, as I soon learned most military relationships are. I wonder if that's why the divorce rate is so high??

Just a few weeks later in January of 2006, James deployed to Iraq.......... and that leads into another story "Honey, I'm deploying to Iraq"