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So, the big sweetman has this co-worker everyone loathes. A week or so prior to New Year the co-worker's wife had a flat fairly close to the same gas station that stops by, so when he spotted her, of course, he went ahead and changed the tire for her.

A couple days later, his co-worker thanked the sweetman and asked what our plans for New Year were. He didn't even think about it before he spilled that my mom would be scooping up the bug and we weren't completely sure, but more than likely, we would head downtown. His co-worker then insisted (not invited) that we spend New Year with them. Grilling. They're way (apparently, way way waaaaaaaaaay) outside of city limits (we're talking unincorporated nothingness), so fireworks and a bonfire.

New Years Eve, on route to the middle of nowhere, we were cuttin' up and trying to keep the glass-half-full mantra going. I was co-piloting because even Siri had no clue where in the Hell we were headed. The directions were even laughable.

Take CR ABC to CR XYZ. There's going to be a bridge (a ***' WOODEN bridge, BTW), then take CR DEF (because country roads are sporadically numbered by years of incorporation or whatever) until you cross three hills and a water tower. There's going to be a fork in the road. Blah blah blah...

Insert joke: "Whatever you do, don't go right!!! That'll take you to Leatherface's house!!!"

When we finally get there, it dons on us that we're going to be trapped for the night.

After being there for about an hour and engaging in miserably forced pleasantries and conversations (mutt genealogy is a thing), we're wondering where the other guests are. After thirty more minutes, we realized that not only was no one else coming, they informed us that we were the only ones "invited".

The sweetman is super-sauced by this time, and keeps running off to blast music in the car and chain smoke. (He's not a smoker anymore either.) I ended up having to make excuses for him and try to coax him inside, so as not to offend them and also save my own sanity. He kept running off to throw his own New Year shin-dig in their driveway, so eventually I was like, "*** it! How do we speed up my numbness and get into one-man party mode myself?"

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TEQUILA!!! (Because tequila roulette is always a good idea when there are zero mixers! I don't drink liquor anymore, so I'm sure you all can put two and two together.) WOOO!!! Super-enthusiastic, bring the motherfuckin' party!!!

To break up the boredom and the awkwardness, I start yammering "We should turn on some music! *** it! IDK. Let's play Guitar Hero! Do you have cards and chips? We should play poker!" Anything! Just anything at that point!

I'm pretty sure that the man of the house was not amused by me acting like a goof at all, but I was not pleased with him sniping at his wife about minor accommodations when both the sweetman and I made it clear that there was no need for formality with us. At that point, I just wanted her to join in the fun and relax.

Amid all this, the sweetman passes out in their guest bedroom, and his co-worker keeps asking where he is. (Didn't even make it to midnight.) When I found out where he was, I was fuming, so after the toast and whatnot. I run off to go pass out, but I am just agitated beyond belief (in my booze brain) that he made arrangements without me, and, basically, took me out to the middle of nowhere with the most boring people on the planet. "How dare he! He abandoned me!" *fireball, fireball, fireball*

At about 2:00 AM, I decided I just couldn't take being in that house anymore, and furiously shake the sweetman trying to roust him out of bed, so we can leave. When he didn't wake up, I paced around got even more pissy and decided to drive home! Brilliant!

(I need to hurry this crap up, because I'm losing time and getting a wee bit irritated with myself while typing this out.)

I ended up driving drunk, lost in the middle of no-***-where of the middle of nowhere. I haven't done something that idiotic in eight or nine years. Leaving him there also resulted in quite the knock-down, drag-out New Years Day, which ended up being a purge of the year's greatest hits. I don't think we've actually gone toe-to-toe like that since before I even knew I was pregnant with Lukas.

It was exhausting. We ripped into each other, he got on GTA, I made a smurf on LoL, we both decompressed for a bit, then apologized after a few hours of silent fuming. Then we vegitated and watched 'The Wire' marathon that we had recorded.