Something Wicked This Way Comes
Calming down after a long day... Man what a day! I am thankful for such an awesome job where I can stay busy though! It's nice to be able to stay busy, sure makes the day go by faster.
Just thinking about continuing the story. Let's see....
Chapter 2
Before my observation of Wiccan as I described in Chapter One, I recall a particular holiday in which we were at the same old smoky bar, and no...contrary to what you might think, I wasn't interested in getting smashed. It just seems that this is the local hotspot in the town that dreaded sundown. I'd come into town for the holidays and we decided to go out and listen to a live band and have a couple drinks.
Things were rocky with my best friend and her ex-boo, as she fondly referred to him. They were going through yet another trying time of his low self-esteem rearing its ugly head in the fashion of alcoholism and adultery. Yes, I said it, yes, he broke a commandment. Though it wasn't the first time, it sure was not the last, and I am sure the cycle still continues. History has a way of repeating itself. This is evident when you study the family roots. After spending most of the holiday begging my best friend for her forgiveness and begging her to spend the lonely holidays with him, and after several calls to him to no avail, she decided my invitation to get out and about didn't seem so bad. After all, it had been a while since we had been able to hang out. My relocation to the city, almost three hours away, has never had a bearing on our ever close friendship, but it'd be nicer to spend more time together hanging out.
Arriving at Hotspot...
Who were we to see rounding the corner as we pulled up to the local pub?? None other than Wiccan herself escorting the lonely holiday drunk!!! Yes, I am referring to my best friend's ex-boo. Note that she was in no kind of mood to refer to him as the boo, especially with Wiccan attached like velcro to his side.
Hours of begging, pleading, crying, threating to blow his brains out proved to be just that, none more than an attention-seeking threat. And there they stood, hands locked, posing like deer caught in headlights on a dark country road. Faces, completely guilt-stricken, as they both knew that they had been caught by the wife, her best friend and had been seen by all. Wiccan, dressed in some kind of floozy crocheted $2.00 halter top, smudged makeup, and too-tight pants stood, her muffin-stuffin billowing out of her britches, clenching ex-boo's hand ever-so-tightly, for she feared the wrath of my best friend. (And rightly should, I must add!) Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn! They attempted to make a quick getaway in boo and best friend's pickup.
The next thing I know, my best friend heroically flies out of the car and quickly intervenes, halting either slobbering drunk from wreckless driving and a possible DUI, for she warned them that there were police officers surrounding the parking lots and that no one, especially Wiccan, had better drive that truck.
They quickly scurried like rodents across the parking lot and hopped into Wiccan's Sin-Mobile. Astonishingly, Boo somehow found his way back to his pickup, only to drive endlessly around town, in his drunken state, once again, begging, pleading, crying and threatening to blow his brains out if the wife left him to live a life of horror with Wiccan. And on and on, the story continues, episodes upon episodes. But wait! It doesn't stop there! It gets better! For $19.95 and a set of cheap kitchen knives, I could spill it all tonight. Sorry folks, just don't have the time. Time to study for class and wind down for a long night's rest. Tomorrow will be a long day! Stay tuned.... for the rest of the Sitcom!
Just thinking about continuing the story. Let's see....
Chapter 2
Before my observation of Wiccan as I described in Chapter One, I recall a particular holiday in which we were at the same old smoky bar, and no...contrary to what you might think, I wasn't interested in getting smashed. It just seems that this is the local hotspot in the town that dreaded sundown. I'd come into town for the holidays and we decided to go out and listen to a live band and have a couple drinks.
Things were rocky with my best friend and her ex-boo, as she fondly referred to him. They were going through yet another trying time of his low self-esteem rearing its ugly head in the fashion of alcoholism and adultery. Yes, I said it, yes, he broke a commandment. Though it wasn't the first time, it sure was not the last, and I am sure the cycle still continues. History has a way of repeating itself. This is evident when you study the family roots. After spending most of the holiday begging my best friend for her forgiveness and begging her to spend the lonely holidays with him, and after several calls to him to no avail, she decided my invitation to get out and about didn't seem so bad. After all, it had been a while since we had been able to hang out. My relocation to the city, almost three hours away, has never had a bearing on our ever close friendship, but it'd be nicer to spend more time together hanging out.
Arriving at Hotspot...
Who were we to see rounding the corner as we pulled up to the local pub?? None other than Wiccan herself escorting the lonely holiday drunk!!! Yes, I am referring to my best friend's ex-boo. Note that she was in no kind of mood to refer to him as the boo, especially with Wiccan attached like velcro to his side.
Hours of begging, pleading, crying, threating to blow his brains out proved to be just that, none more than an attention-seeking threat. And there they stood, hands locked, posing like deer caught in headlights on a dark country road. Faces, completely guilt-stricken, as they both knew that they had been caught by the wife, her best friend and had been seen by all. Wiccan, dressed in some kind of floozy crocheted $2.00 halter top, smudged makeup, and too-tight pants stood, her muffin-stuffin billowing out of her britches, clenching ex-boo's hand ever-so-tightly, for she feared the wrath of my best friend. (And rightly should, I must add!) Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn! They attempted to make a quick getaway in boo and best friend's pickup.
The next thing I know, my best friend heroically flies out of the car and quickly intervenes, halting either slobbering drunk from wreckless driving and a possible DUI, for she warned them that there were police officers surrounding the parking lots and that no one, especially Wiccan, had better drive that truck.
They quickly scurried like rodents across the parking lot and hopped into Wiccan's Sin-Mobile. Astonishingly, Boo somehow found his way back to his pickup, only to drive endlessly around town, in his drunken state, once again, begging, pleading, crying and threatening to blow his brains out if the wife left him to live a life of horror with Wiccan. And on and on, the story continues, episodes upon episodes. But wait! It doesn't stop there! It gets better! For $19.95 and a set of cheap kitchen knives, I could spill it all tonight. Sorry folks, just don't have the time. Time to study for class and wind down for a long night's rest. Tomorrow will be a long day! Stay tuned.... for the rest of the Sitcom!