What do you get when...
You attend a holiday party that you haven't been to in four years, deal with your X and his little sister, drink 100 proof vodka, see an old friend who called your father Osama Bin Laden on his birthday at a party (& never apologized), and are overwhelmed with high school nostalgia and nausea?
Well, you take copious amounts of peppermint patty shots (choc. syrup + peppermint schnapps), call the asshole ex-friend who equated your dad to a terrorist a stupid redneck, cry, drink some more, and leave at 3/4am? (don't worry, I didn't drive)
Yeah, I was trying to be the better/bigger person and that really just didn't workout. At first, all was well. Then in an effort to be nice to my HS X's little sister, I went to chat with her about her life considering I hadn't seen her since she was in high school and clearly we used to be pretty close considering I dated her brother for roughly five years.
That stupid little brat takes after her evil mom and decides it'll be fun to tell me how much everyone adores my X's fiancee and how she is JUST like their mom. Well, being just like their mom is quite the accomplishment considering that woman is insanely racist and rude pretty much all the time. Zoe and I went to my X's grad party from HS and Zoe is also not white -- that went over really well. She wouldn't even speak to my Zoe. X's best friend was Mexican and BOY was that drama. For majority of X's life, his mom despised his best friend. She just really sucked like that.
So she continues on this love story towards X's fiancee and I just keep saying, "wow that is so great, wow so nice, wow great." THEN she goes, "weren't you engaged awhile back? I could've swore I heard that."
NO I WASN'T FUCKING ENGAGED. "No, that wasn't me...curious how a rumor of such would start though? Who told you that?"
"Oh, no one -- must've mixed you up with someone else!"
BITCH.
That stupid conversation lasted at least 20 minutes until I found a great excuse to flee.
Fast forward 40 minutes and my darling X asks about my new business which involves planning proposals. That leads to hearing about his proposal. Noteworthy part: "I'm sure your clients want a professional photographer but I was able to set up a camera myself so that the moment would be perfect and no one else would be there to witness our special moment." Oh, thats just so lovely. That explains the ONE POS photo you have to document your proposal -- nowwwww I get it.
He continues on this story and tells me how intricately he planned, thus needing a service such as mine would be useless because "he is very creative and thoughtful on his own, unlike apparently all of my clients."
Necessary? I think not. He could've told me his boring ass proposal story without taking digs at me. Finally, I see an out and bolt from that convo back upstairs for more peppermint patty shots. Saveeeee me peppermint shots of goodness.
Fast forward - X's bestfriend who is a total redneck and an old friend. I always had a soft spot in my heart for this kid. And to his defense, when I needed him - he always came through. We spent a lot of time together considering we lived down the street and his best friend was my boyfriend. If I got snowed in, he'd come dig my car out and take me for pizza, if I needed an oil change, he'd gladly do it and never charge me for it. (He is a mechanic fyi) I set him up with his first and likely last girlfriend. I genuinely cared about this asshole.
That allll changed one summer from college....
It was my dad's birthday and we threw him a big party in the backyard. All of our neighbors and my dad's friends were there - My X and his BFF came. It was a really nice night. We then left the adult party to go to a college party in the woods at someones home. We are standing in a group of people we hadn't met before and I mentioned we just came from my dad's birthday party.
X's POS friend goes, "yeah, it was like Osama Bin Laden's birthday today -- her dad is like a middle eastern terrorist."
I excused myself from the group, went to a bathroom and started crying. Not only is my X's mom racist as F but his best friend whom I also consider a friend is?? How in the world have I been so close to him and not known this!
X came to find me, he nearly punched his friend in the face and that is the moment where my friendship and respect for X's BFF died. Since then, I have never invited him to a party/event, spoke to him, etc.
Well, enough pepermint patty shots and BOOM I am in his face. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I CARED ABOUT YOU AND YOU CALLED MY DAD A TERRORIST. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD!!!!"
Thats the short version of what went down. Then I start crying (WHY AM I CRYING?!) and the whole thing was just fucking stupid. Why did I go to this party? To embarrass myself of course. That is legit the only thing that was accomplished.
So - I forgive the dbag, no point in holding onto anger. I am so happy I am not marrying my HS love and his family (not like X factors fam is much better) but yeah, it all worked out in my benefit and I can clearly see that now.
Best part - I went into this party thinking I would drink responsibly and not make a fool of myself. That was short lived.
Fucking peppermint patty.
Elle
You attend a holiday party that you haven't been to in four years, deal with your X and his little sister, drink 100 proof vodka, see an old friend who called your father Osama Bin Laden on his birthday at a party (& never apologized), and are overwhelmed with high school nostalgia and nausea?
Well, you take copious amounts of peppermint patty shots (choc. syrup + peppermint schnapps), call the asshole ex-friend who equated your dad to a terrorist a stupid redneck, cry, drink some more, and leave at 3/4am? (don't worry, I didn't drive)
Yeah, I was trying to be the better/bigger person and that really just didn't workout. At first, all was well. Then in an effort to be nice to my HS X's little sister, I went to chat with her about her life considering I hadn't seen her since she was in high school and clearly we used to be pretty close considering I dated her brother for roughly five years.
That stupid little brat takes after her evil mom and decides it'll be fun to tell me how much everyone adores my X's fiancee and how she is JUST like their mom. Well, being just like their mom is quite the accomplishment considering that woman is insanely racist and rude pretty much all the time. Zoe and I went to my X's grad party from HS and Zoe is also not white -- that went over really well. She wouldn't even speak to my Zoe. X's best friend was Mexican and BOY was that drama. For majority of X's life, his mom despised his best friend. She just really sucked like that.
So she continues on this love story towards X's fiancee and I just keep saying, "wow that is so great, wow so nice, wow great." THEN she goes, "weren't you engaged awhile back? I could've swore I heard that."
NO I WASN'T FUCKING ENGAGED. "No, that wasn't me...curious how a rumor of such would start though? Who told you that?"
"Oh, no one -- must've mixed you up with someone else!"
BITCH.
That stupid conversation lasted at least 20 minutes until I found a great excuse to flee.
Fast forward 40 minutes and my darling X asks about my new business which involves planning proposals. That leads to hearing about his proposal. Noteworthy part: "I'm sure your clients want a professional photographer but I was able to set up a camera myself so that the moment would be perfect and no one else would be there to witness our special moment." Oh, thats just so lovely. That explains the ONE POS photo you have to document your proposal -- nowwwww I get it.
He continues on this story and tells me how intricately he planned, thus needing a service such as mine would be useless because "he is very creative and thoughtful on his own, unlike apparently all of my clients."
Necessary? I think not. He could've told me his boring ass proposal story without taking digs at me. Finally, I see an out and bolt from that convo back upstairs for more peppermint patty shots. Saveeeee me peppermint shots of goodness.
Fast forward - X's bestfriend who is a total redneck and an old friend. I always had a soft spot in my heart for this kid. And to his defense, when I needed him - he always came through. We spent a lot of time together considering we lived down the street and his best friend was my boyfriend. If I got snowed in, he'd come dig my car out and take me for pizza, if I needed an oil change, he'd gladly do it and never charge me for it. (He is a mechanic fyi) I set him up with his first and likely last girlfriend. I genuinely cared about this asshole.
That allll changed one summer from college....
It was my dad's birthday and we threw him a big party in the backyard. All of our neighbors and my dad's friends were there - My X and his BFF came. It was a really nice night. We then left the adult party to go to a college party in the woods at someones home. We are standing in a group of people we hadn't met before and I mentioned we just came from my dad's birthday party.
X's POS friend goes, "yeah, it was like Osama Bin Laden's birthday today -- her dad is like a middle eastern terrorist."
I excused myself from the group, went to a bathroom and started crying. Not only is my X's mom racist as F but his best friend whom I also consider a friend is?? How in the world have I been so close to him and not known this!
X came to find me, he nearly punched his friend in the face and that is the moment where my friendship and respect for X's BFF died. Since then, I have never invited him to a party/event, spoke to him, etc.
Well, enough pepermint patty shots and BOOM I am in his face. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I CARED ABOUT YOU AND YOU CALLED MY DAD A TERRORIST. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD!!!!"
Thats the short version of what went down. Then I start crying (WHY AM I CRYING?!) and the whole thing was just fucking stupid. Why did I go to this party? To embarrass myself of course. That is legit the only thing that was accomplished.
So - I forgive the dbag, no point in holding onto anger. I am so happy I am not marrying my HS love and his family (not like X factors fam is much better) but yeah, it all worked out in my benefit and I can clearly see that now.
Best part - I went into this party thinking I would drink responsibly and not make a fool of myself. That was short lived.
Fucking peppermint patty.
Elle
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