Behold My Glory!

Yes indeed, have I a tail to tell. The Mrs. is an avid blogger. Not gonna tell you which one as we keep them intentionally separate. I read her blog, but I don't follow her tweets and we don't have any of the same friends on purpose.


Anyway, one of her long time blog buddies decided to hold a bloggers party for anybody and everybody who follows her blog. She is a wonderful lady with a great deal more courage than I would dare to have. People who read my blog know way too much about the real me and know me way to well even if you don't know my name. Fortunately, I take great comfort in the fact that nobody actually reads this thing anyway. I currently have two official followers, but they are just two very nice people who claim to follow me so I don't feel left out.


Back to the party. At first, the Mrs. was going to go by herself to hang out with her friends. Then about two weeks before the event started to talk about maybe I would be allowed to go as well, maybe not. I didn't really know until Saturday morning if I was invited or not. As it turns out, we left the older kid at home overnight by herself (gasp! when I was her age I was at home alone all of the time) and we took the younger one with us. It worked out to be a good thing that the older kid stayed home. Read on, oh intrepid one.


We drove for six hours to get to her house in Virginia, arriving at 5 or so on Saturday. We were greeted with a glass of wine and a hug. Nice so far. I tend to have sort of a dominant personality, so I decided to try to stay in the background at this party as I was an honored guest of my wife's (and I was honored to have been invited into this, though nervous about meeting her personal world of friends whom I knew nothing about and had no idea what the expect.)


So the wine is flowing and everybody is talking like old friends. Which they were as they had all been following and commenting on each others blogs for at least a year. They knew each other very, very well and were surprised by the fact.


The Mrs., whom I love dearly, is not one of those people with a brain to mouth filter. She is highly, highly intelligent and does not lie. About anything. Ever. Put a few gallons of wine in her and she begins to reveal things about herself and everybody else around her that make people uncomfortable. She is too right on for most of them to like.


So every bodies getting drunker than shit and then the pipe emerges. As it turns out, the weed was laced with mushrooms- though we didn't know that at the time. I took one hit the Mrs. had two. I was drunk, but had been holding back as I didn't know anybody there and wasn't that comfortable with them (nothing personal, they were all very nice) but the Mrs. was already tore ass up. Then add on the laced weed and she blacked out on her feet.


Here's where the party got interesting.

She saw a 30 something girl sitting in the corner enjoying her buzz. She was by far the weakest person there, so the Mrs. basically attacked. She said, "let go of me," and walked over to the girl, sat down next to her, and then put her head up against her shoulder.

At first I thought. Huh. She's either hitting on that girl over there for me to fuck so she can fuck her new buddy or she's hitting on her for him to fuck or she's working on a threesome or a foursome or some kind of a some. I was possibly (don't really know the truth of the matter) wrong. After a few minutes the shy girl got up and stormed out, the Mrs's face fell, and she got up in chase. I went out as well since I didn't know what had happened- and still don't- but I do know that the Mrs. apologized emphatically and then felt terrible about it for the rest of the evening. The Mrs. then went upstairs to hang out with the host, and then hugged and spoke on the couch upstairs. I wonder if it had something to do with the fact that the girl was so flat chested her boobs went in instead of out?

After that the party pretty much went on with everybody getting fffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkkeeeeedddddd uuuuuuuupppppppp. I had actually stopped drinking and was drinking water only by the time of the shy girl getting pissed off, I guess about 11. After that, the evening was pretty much just hanging out and bullshitting.

The rest of the party went smoothly. I stayed with the Mrs. and she stayed with me. We stayed up bullshitting with everybody and that was pretty much that. The next day we all hung out and bullshitted some more, then drove home- getting in a little after 10PM.

All in all a good weekend with only about 1 hour that got weird. The thing is, I'm usually the one who gets drunk and makes an ass out of myself and the Mrs. has to remind me that I'm being a cunt. She is generally goes home embarrassed about my behavior.

So what is the moral of this story? I have often been a complete inconsiderate prick with no idea whatsoever of the effects of my actions upon how she has felt. What a selfish douche I have been.