What a screwed up St Pat's

It started off well enough. I was really excited to get out and drink. I met most of my friends there and brought one from work with me. This guy, Wes, and I hung out for a couple hours drinking and talking with folks there. Loads of good looking women. Man, it started out well.

Then something happened. We decided to go get some food up the street. Well, on the way across the street, Wes decides to kick this parked Acura. I dunno...some weird gangsta shit, I guess. Well, the person who owned it was walking up the sidewalk and her and her friend saw the whole thing. Wes told me to hurry up and get in my Jeep. Well, the two girls ran over and started asking questions. Understandable. Wes just got in the Jeep and sat there. I walked to the back of the Jeep to hear her say she's calling the cops and that her Dad is a CSPD sergeant. Sweet. The wrong car to kick. Actually, they all are, but you know what I mean. Well, the po-po shows up (3 cars) and starts asking questions of the 3 of us, but not before talking to this girl like she was an old friend of theirs. Hell, she probably is. Anyway, I tell the cops the little bit that I saw. Actually, Wes was behind me when we walked out of the pub so I really didn't see anything. But I heard it. I give them all of my info and they ask where Wes is. So I tell them. They open the door and handcuff him and put him in one of the cop cars. What the hell was I supposed to do? I couldn't do anything.

But I know he's hating me right now. Like I ratted him out or didn't defend him. Well, I didn't defend him. Not only because that would be the wrong thing to do in this case. But because there was no hope for him getting out of this. It's not like he got in a fight with someone that deserved and ass-whooping. He kicked some girl's car. Duh.

So I have been stressing about this all day and I don't really know why.

In other news, my parents are saying all of their goodbyes and met up with someone from my past yesterday. My Ex from college and after, Maggie. They met and ate lunch and talked for a couple hours. So much information got exchanged, I imagine. But I like the little bit that my folks told me. The Oat is doing really well. That was our fluffy black Maine Coon that we got when we moved out here. She has developed this habit of walking into Maggie's bedroom and nibbling on her face to wake her up. I can see the Oat doing that so clearly I almost cry. And Maggie said she thinks about me and sometimes misses me. She also misses being out West. That makes me smile. She is doing really well, still painting and looking like a beautiful redheaded artist. I am so completely happy for her.

But now I can't stop thinking about her. Dammit. I wonder if I ever really got over her.

Well, I gotta go eat some food and take a shower. I'm still a little tired and groggy from last night. So, off I go.

Nite, kids.

-Rich