- Miss Mitzie
- 7 years ago
- Wedding: December 2011
This post will probably be long, and this is most definitely a rant but thankfully the worst weekend of my life was not due to any problems between myself and Fiance.
Friday morning started out with the potential to begin an amazing weekend of camping and whitewater rafting. Fiance and I had planned this trip with 6 other people who included my Fsil, her husband, 4 friends and us. Fsil and her husband drove seperately, 3 friends rode together and 1 friend (we will call him T for the story) rode with us. T and 3 other friends were supposed to be at our house at 10 am to leave, our 3 other friends were right on time, T was running late. At 11 we started calling/texting and couldn’t get an answer. Fiance then called T’s brother who works with us and asked him to go home and see if T was sleeping. Long story short was T had been passed out… We ended up picking him up at 2.
The whole 4 1/2 hour ride T was slurring his speech, talking nonstop and and sniffing obnoxiously. I told Fiance I thought T was on something but Fiance said maybe he was hungover/still drunk from the night before. When we finally get to the cabin T is still doing all the above mentioned stuff, but it was getting way worse. We build a fire outside and get everything set up, then changed,grabbed a beer,and sat by the fire to hangout, chat, and catch a beer buzz before we made dinner. T came out of the cabin with bottle of Jack Daniels, chugging on the bottle, and tripping over his own feet.
He sat with us, a couple comments were made that T should take it easy, then fsil and I went to grab the food, T dcided to follow us, and proceeded to fall face first into the fire pit….. LUCKILY a friend grabbed him before he was badly burnt. Fiance put T to bed in the loft which was a BAD idea.
He was up and down the ladder, falling so much we all had to go in and babysit. Then hetbrew a bottle of water down the ladder, knocked his pill bottle over scattering various pills all over the place. Fiance took him outside, we gather all the pills, and his half empty bottle of jd and hid them.
He continued to do all this obnoxious stuff ALL NIGHT. At 3 a.m. Fiance and another guy yelled at him to sit by the fire. T went outside, and I had Fiance walk me to the bathhouse. T was bent over in the bushes with a flashlight looking for his medication. WTF!!!!???? We did our business and when we came back and T was nowhere to be seen. Fiance and I felt relieved when we walked in and it was FINALLY quiet. We went to sleep.
We all woke up early to have breakfast and leave on this all day trip. Fiance decided to leave T sleeping so we didn’t have safety issues on the raft, and when we told our friends this, we found out he never went back to bed.
At this point I was ready to kill T. We went to the camp office to find out if anyone had seen him, and instead found out he had been picked up by a sheriff on the highway, and he didn’t know his name or the cabin number, or who he came with. We had a group meeting and decided since we knew T was safe we were still going on our rafting trip.
We got back, found out T had been taken to the er. We went and picked him up and he was still delusional, talking to himself, hallucinating. After promising the nurse we wouldn’t leave him alone we took him back to the cabin. It got worse from there. He found 2 pills we missed or he had hidden, had it partially crushed when we found it. Fsil left because she couldn’t take it. T took their bed. He talked nonsense all night, was petting his dog who wasn’t there, looking for a remote to the invisible/nonexistent tv, at one point he was naked. The ride home was just as bad. We left T with his brother..
If you made it through this whole thing, thanks for listening, sorry for all the grammatical errors, I’m on my iPad and it’s hard to type this much. Hope your weekend was much better than mine.