Seven.

Jul 29, 2008

End of the weekend, beginning of the mess.

The weekend started beautifully, Friday bliss, with the love of kisses and the freedom of no work tomorrow. Her friend was in town visiting and sleeping on the couch so we had to be quiet about our emotional lovemaking, we didn't want to wake Isabella, her baby girl sleeping cuddled between the mess of blankets in the living room feet from our door. It didn't matter, we were quiet with lots of practice from roommates nearby. I fell asleep in her arms and woke seconds later to sunshine kissing my eyes and neck...
There's nothing quite like the thrill of teaching a kid something or to experience life through the eyes of a four year old. They are always so easily entertained by the stupidest small things. Take puzzles for example. Isabella did that 60 piece puzzle seventeen times, and yet the eighteenth time was a brand new experience, and just as much fun as the first time. We did puzzles and played mario kart nearly all day while the girls went shopping for shoes. We had a couple of dances to the stars for the heck of it. Four year olds are quite entertaining in their break dancing, especially when they have some dance in them.
Later the Outback was amazing. My roommate's birthday inspired the great mood and of course the beautiful girls that wanted to give him lap dances from across the room. After letting him win risk we all started to get stupid after taking shots of our house wine; Jager. God i love that stuff....God these things are tight....
My favorite drink of which we had four shots and he was double fisting all night long. We had to run to the club and act like fools, get our aggression out with some bump and grind cause the ladies love it and my roommate's boo isn't back yet.
When I'm drunk i get cocky and aggressive. I can take on the world, and kick it's ass. I wanted to, but someone kept grabbing me back and i don't hit them bitches. However things change when their asshole boyfriend tries to get in on the drama, wanting to "fucking kick my ass" as if he's saying shit about my momma. Dammit, that guy holding me off. I was too drunk and cocky. After that we cannonballed into the hot tub. Drunk ass kids making a scene, 3:30am. I woke up hot and sweaty and hung over seven hours later to Isabella, "hey you kid, make me a snack." Ugh, and i thought i liked that kid.... my nose itches, dammit. i can't reach it....
I had to work Sunday night, 'cuz life's a bitch. I should have called in. Oh well huh? Back after work on my motorbike i toasted to sweet wind and hundred mile dizziness until i saw the blue and red behind me. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." was all i could think of as i dropped it into fifth. Apparently they had backup and i wasn't going to do something too idiotic to hurt my baby Isabella. I let them snap cuffs on me as i lay with dirt in my nose and a knee in my back. "This is going to screw over my child support shit..." was all i could think of, that and sweet Isabella.
Three hours later after letting them steal my prints and take their popzi shots. I led myself to the room with fourteen other people who stood in line to make our call, my mother, the only number i knew from heart.
It's been twenty-four hours. I'm still waiting for my court date. Someone told me "police evasion" is a felony and my bond is twenty five thousand dollars. Five years in prison, fuck.. I'm too good for this. Shit Isabella baby, stop trying to wake me up and just go back to sleep.
Ugh.... nose itches...too tight... what? where am i?