So a few of you have asked about Remi’s big night out. I’m sorry it took me so long to write about it but here’s a quick little rundown.
Her play date with her friends was last Monday night. Granted, the entire day before I was totally mopey, feeling sorry for myself in advance that I was going to be left all by my lonesome. I actually succeeded in ruining my entire Sunday just with apprehension about the following night. (Note to self: Don’t do that again. It was a total waste of energy.)
But by the time Monday morning rolled around I had a renewed sense of well-being. Remi promised me that we would spend the day together before her little outing and that she would let me drive them.
Let me backtrack for a moment here. This is not the first time she’s gone out without me. Which is why I was already anticipating the fight after wards. Why you may ask? Because there are two things I can always count on when she goes out without me. 1.) That she will not be home when she promised. If she says, “Baby I will call you at 1:00 to check in.” That means I won’t hear from her till I call her at 2:00. If she says, “I’ll be home by 2:00” that usually means she’ll be home around 3:30 with some lame excuse about getting lost. (Hence the GPS I got her for her birthday.)
2.) The other thing that drives me batty is that I hate for her to drink AT ALL if she’s driving. But having been in Marines gives her this unrealistic idea that she is somehow immune to a few beers or a few drinks. As if her blood alcohol levels say, “Whoa hold on there, this girl is a Marine. She gets a pass from us.” Yea right! I don’t care how much she drank while in the military or how well she thinks she can “handle her liquor” the fact remains that she is 5ft4” and a buck twenty-five. Not to mention that I have zero tolerance for drinking and driving now.
I didn’t always …. I’ll admit I’ve lost my common sense on more then a few nights out and drove home after a few drinks. And thank God nothing happened! But you can only play Russian roulette so many times before that chamber’s loaded and you go splat. So now I have a zero tolerance policy for drinking and driving. Not a single sip if you’re the one behind the wheel. Which is why I am the designated driver 100% of the time.
Back to the topic at hand: Remi’s night out.
So yea, I offered to be the girls’ chauffeur for the night. Door to door service so that they could drink as much as they wanted (because I knew they would anyways) and not have to drive. I also figured if I drove her, than she couldn’t be late getting home.
Well, at least I was half right.
I dropped Remi and her friend off at the casino at 8:00 p.m. A kiss at the window and I asked Remi, “So what time do you think? 12:30? 1:30?”
“Um yea, something like that.” Remi was being vague so not wanting to sound too uptight I let it go.
“Ok well just call me when you’re ready.” I said.
“I’ll call you at 12:30 to let you know how things are going.” She said, right before disappearing into the Hustler casino.
I drove myself home and was actually in a great mood. I decided to take one of my reader’s advice. I was going to order pizza and rent movies. I’d been dying to watch Jennifer’s Body and Remi had refused. So I was looking forward to a pizza & movie night with my dogs.
The movie was better then expected (see clip below), the pizza was delicious and our 12:30 check-in time and come and gone without Remi actually “checking in.” But I was still in a good mood and let it go.
By the time 1:00 a.m. rolled around I sent her a text to see how things were going. It was decided that 2:00 a.m. would be the pick up time. OK, no problemo. I was still in a good mood and not letting anything bug me.
I’m a little OCD about travel times and I knew exactly how long it would take me to get there, 20 minutes. So I planned my departure to the second. The casino is in a slightly shady area and the last thing I wanted was to be sitting in some dark parking lot by myself at two in the morning.
At exactly 1:40 I jumped in the car and headed over there. I was half way there when Remi called and asked if I could give her an extra 30 minutes. Ughhhh. Umm … sure, why not? I didn’t tell her I was almost there and decided to try my best to be the super cool girlfriend that night that didn’t flip out on her for being a little late.
I pulled into the parking lot and waited the extra 30 minutes. When 2:30 rolled around I called her and she informed me that she was in the middle of a game, could she call me back? When she did finally get back to me, she told me she was right in the middle of winning, could I give her another 30 to 45 minutes?
At this exact moment, when her words hit my ears, my patience expired in full and I felt the anger rise like a thermometer about to pop! My face got hot, my heart actually started to pound in my chest but I tried to remain cool. I gathered all my muster and tried to sound calm-ish as I said, “Um ok, I guess I’ll just wait out here then.”
She could hear the tension in my voice and quickly tried to back paddle, “Um OK 20 minutes?”
“Yea sure.” I was still steaming but trying to calm down. It was only a few more minutes I told myself.
Then she said the magic words, “Babe, I’m trying to win you an iPad.”
I perked up at that point and our conversation went quickly, “OK. Go ahead then, play as long as you need to but then we’re going tomorrow to get me an iPad.”
She laughed, “Haha, I’m trying baby.”
“No, do it and we’re going tomorrow no matter what.”
“Oh … ok.” I could hear a little bit of worry in her voice but I didn’t care. This was the price for my being left in the car for more then an hour.
“I’m serious.” I reiterated.
“I know babe. We’ll go tomorrow and buy you an iPad I promise.”
That was all it took for me to calm right down. I decided to take the time to people watch. What kind of person was at a casino at 2:00 in the morning on a Monday night anyways? I mean, besides my girlfriend.
A little after 3:00 a.m. and Remi and her buddy appeared at the car. We drove home, all of us giddy for one reason or another. I was happy about my new iPad. Remi was happy she won at the tables and her friend was just happy.
In the end, it all turned out well. I had a few minutes there of almost loosing my temper. But I really wanted to practice some emotional maturity that night and I think I did pretty good. I might have had a few melt down moments inside, but I tried not to let them show.
And before you accuse me of being bribed with expensive gifts, I actually decided against getting the iPad the next day and I’ll tell you why later.
Thanks for the update, Sasha. I was wondering how that evening turned out, and am relieved that everything was just fine. Great job working on that emotional maturity thing. It’s not easy to be cool sometimes. I laughed, though, when the mention of an iPad calmed you down. You are such a girl! haha =)
Not to be too hard on Remi, but things like drinking and driving (even just a few beers) and not being able to get her ass home at a respectable hour, IMHO it comes down to her age. When we’re young we all think we’re invincible. It’s not until a tragic accident or the simple wisdom that comes with age, do we realize we were skirting tragedy all those late drunk nights.
Hey I’m not judging, I’ve driven home more then a few times when I know I should have called a cab. But my ego never let me admit I had had too much to drink.
I’m so glad you’re the DD, Sasha. 2 friends of mine were recently in a bad car wreck. They were coming home from a club here in New Orleans. They had both had something to drink. On the way home they crashed to avoid a head on collision. My friend’s girlfriend was killed in the accident. She walked away. She was the driver. I don’t know how she’s going to get over this.
Wow, Sashi. Like I told you when you wanted a Mini that I’d get it for you, all you have to do is ask and I’ll get you a little iPad. I don’t care you can throw it away when the 2nd gen comes out if you want to. I don’t see why you should have to wait.
Joe, you’re such a tool.
And another thing, Joe, who the fuck bought Sasha her brand spanking new Mini Cooper anyways? REMI. That’s who.
Who told her she could have an iPad anytime she wanted? REMI. That’s who.
Who takes care of her when she’s not feeling well and shuts the entire world out, except for her? REMI. That’s who.
It’s so easy to sit there behind your computer screen and talk a bunch of shit from the safety of your house. But when you had a chance to meet Remi face to face, you hid like a little bitch at the Dinah. Uh huh, Sasha told me that part. So don’t act like some suger daddy that’s big pimpin’. Grow up. Isn’t it about time anyway? i hear you’re even older then me and I’m no spring chicken.
God, all this lesbian drama. When do we ever grow up?
Okay, I’ll admit it… it was hard to read this blog posting because I was a bit distracted by the ace of spades. I have a penchant for that particular card. (long story… maybe I’ll blog about it.)
Oh and the hat. I fucking love cowbowys.
Lol @ Alex’s comment about lesbian drama… It’s the best drama in the world! And, everyone says that gay boys are bad…. With the boys it’s moment to moment and week to week, with the girls it seems like some dramatic events linger for a lifetime! XD I wouldn’t trade it for the world though. I love women and if it comes with drama so be it.