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i'm not here - this isn't happening - last entry / next entry - The Patriots win it! | 02.04.02 1:18 pmThe Patriots Won!Unbelievable! The weekend I move back to Boston, the Patriots win the Superbowl. I couldn't be happier! Well, I guess I could be. I'm unemployed and my fiance and I are not doing so well. Friday and Saturday, he just acted weird. We went out to Karma in Boston on Saturday night. First of all, we had to go shopping for clothes since we don't have any going-out clothes with us -- they're all in storage. So I dressed like a slut, and it was fun. Stockings and a garterbelt, a miniskirt, knee-high boots, a black bra and a black sheer shirt. I twisted my hair into about a dozen twisted braids. And I wore outlandish makeup. To top it off, R stopped into Wilson Leather and bought me TWO leather jackets, both on sale for $99 each! So now I have a black leather trench coat and a knee-length brown suede jacket with fur lining. Love them! So imagine us in our best outfits. I danced with one of the girls I was with on the empty dancefloor for about 20 minutes, and it rocked! Then the place started filling up, and it was loud and crowded. R got COMPLETELY TRASHED, and by 11:30 he was leaning on me, hurting my feet, and shoving his tongue down my throat and groping me. I kept pushing him off, but he wouldn't take a hint. He kept whispering things in my ear like, "I love you so much," and "I want you so much." Yeah, original. It didn't make me happy though, I was so pissed off with him. (I had one beer all night, by the way.) So at 11:30 this other section opened up and we headed in that direction. First, R fell into me, almost falling on the group, when I took his hand and led him in that direction. Well, we entered this insane hallway. It was PACKED and LOUD and I just KNEW something was going to happen. We're in front of the DJ, passing by him, and suddenly I realize R's hand is not in mine any more. I turn around and some Asian guy has stepped up to him and is in his face, saying, "You got a problem? You want a piece of me?" And R, since he is not himself, yells back, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Get out of my way!" I try to get between them and get R to look at me and realize this is insane. The other guy's friend jumps in and starts trying to push him away. The guy starts punching R in the face, while R just tries to step backwards and bats the guy's hands away. It ends quickly, and the people we are with regroup with us and we just say, we don't know what just happened! Well, the bouncers come over and flash a light in R's face and say, "Come with us, you have to leave." R is neither coherent nor can he hear them. They start pushing him out and he yells, "Wait a minute, let me explain myself!" One guy GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT AND PUSHES HIM ON THE FLOOR. I am screaming and trying to pull them off, because this is NOT NECESSARY. They start dragging him. T, the guy we are with, catches up with them and convinces them to stop and let him up, while he tries to explain what happened. They relax but say that he has to leave. WHAT THE FUCK? HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! So the two of us left and the others stayed. I was SO PISSED. So we get in the car and I start driving. I have no real idea where I am because we followed the other people in, but I figure I'll recognize something soon. Then R yells, "FUCK, I left my ID and credit card at the bar." Yay. So I magically find my way back to Landsdown Street. It's backed up and I convince R to walk to the bar and get his stuff. The story goes that they weren't going to let him in, and they tell him he has to come back tomorrow. YEAH, RIGHT. A bouncer comes over and says, "I'm doing you a real favor, I'll escort you in and you can get your stuff." Yeah, a real favor, after you FUCKING THREW HIM OUT FOR NOTHING. ASSHOLES. So he gets his card and everything, and he walks back to the car -- I've only gone about 300 feet. Seriously. In about 20 minutes. It's madness. We finally get off that road and he says he has to piss. Classy. We stop at a gas station where he goes to the bathroom and I get directions to 93. I was on the right road, just going to wrong direction. R remembers nothing of the gas station. We are almost at 93 and he says "We're going the wrong direction." I don't respond. I'm so utterly pissed off at this point. We get onto 93. I look over and he has fallen asleep. Good. About 20 minutes later, I get to 95, and as soon as I'm off the on-ramp, he says, "Pull over! Pull over!" I stop and he proceeds to puke out the open passenger door. For about 5 minutes. In front of another on-ramp. With lots of cars passing by. I desperately want to turn off the interior light, but no luck. I'm hiding my face. Please, God, let this be over soon. He closes the door, and I have to open the windows because he reeks. According to him, as soon as we got on the highway, he puked.... he blacked out for 93. We got home and I had to help him into the elevator and the room. Then he got in the shower and I got ready for bed. About 20 minutes later I checked in on him and he looked like he was asleep leaning against the wall. I talked him into getting out of the shower, against his will, though. I helped him with his contacts (not taking them out, just putting them away), and helped him into bed. Then he had to get back out of bed twice to puke. I was SO ANGRY. Sunday, I wanted to strangle him. He kept on apologizing. I can't explain it. I just wanted him to go away. I ended up "sort of" forgiving him, but I'm still angry. Even today. He wanted sex last night, and I WAS NOT INTERESTED. I wasn't ready for makeup-sex, because I was still angry! This morning he was so angry, saying, "You don't want to have sex with me any more!" Whatever. I told him it was just last night, but he was convinced. Don't know what to do with that boy.
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