Role Reversal and Revenge of the Bitch, or I Slept on the Couch for That?

Last night, a casual Friday evening. I expected to spend the night fooling around on the computer, avoiding NaNoWriMo (because it's no different than any of the other things in my life I avoid). Maybe do some more animating ( I've finished two walk cycles; neither of them are very good). Then it came to my attention that I could go to my sister's. I gladly went.

I wasn't expecting to spend the night. I had been told by Jim that he would be meeting up with my mom and they would go out and do something and then come pick me up before driving back into Manor (I hate Manor). Then on Saturday morning we would drive to Arlington for Joey's baby's birthday and drive back in the evening. So I go and enjoy myself. I play Halo 3 and we all have some laughs. The usual.

A couple of hours roll by and and I haven't gotten a call yet. I wasn't expecting to be at Samia's for very long. But I'm not worried. If they went out, it's not likely that they'd finish up that fast. So okay.

By this point, Samia has become so restless that she's annoying the crap out of everyone until we go do something. After another hour or so, we finally decide to go to the Shell station to grab supplies and on the way back home, we stop at a coffee shop and get drinks. Now fully stocked, and having nothing else in mind, we start playing rummy. We play for a while, and 10 PM rolls by. I've been at Samia's since six. At this point I am worried.

Mom is not a night owl. She goes to sleep at 8, occasionally 9. She only stays up late when company is over, and even then she starts drifting off. By this time, I've called her several times and she has no answered at all. I call Jim and he informs me that they never met up. He sent her a text, but she never responded. Now I'm really worried. I call Pam to see if mom is with her. Pam does no answer. Okay.

I call Mom one more time and leave a message, "Um, so I've called you, like, four times and you haven't called back at all. And I'm wondering what's going on, so I'd really appreciate it if you call me back so I can stop worrying. Bye."

After another hour, Jim calls me back and says, "Oh, I haven't heard back from your mom, but she mentioned that she was going out with some people from work. She's usually pretty good about checking in by midnight, so don't worry." Well thanks. You couldn't have mentioned she had plans, like, the first time I called? Okay, whatever.

It was an odd reversal of roles. Here I was with a small group of friends, drinking coffee over a game of rummy, and there was Mom, calling in at four past midnight to tell me she was too drunk to drive and that she needed to sober up for a while. "Can you just spend the night at your sister's?"

This would be the place to insert some kind of eye roll.

So everyone went to bed, and I slept on the couch in my jeans, which were too tight to sleep comfortably (they were fine when I just left them unzipped).

In the morning, sleep was fitful. I kept dreaming that it was time to wake up. I weaved in and out of sleep, checking my phone and talking to Mom and listening to Samia mention something about it being six o'clock, or maybe eight and flopping my head back onto the pillow for another five minutes until my alarm finally went off at nine oh nine. I called Mom to ask her to find an item for me, something I was supposed to give back to Geof before I left.

And then she told me that we weren't going. "What?"

As it happens, Mallory canceled the party. Mallory is Joey's baby-mama. Mallory is also a psycho bitch. She canceled five hours before the party was supposed to happen. We hypothesize that this is because she didn't want to be outnumbered by Joey's friends and family. I don't get to see my nephew because she has control issues. Sucks for her. Actually it sucks for the baby. I did a painting for him and now I have no idea when I can give it to them.

So instead, I had three cheese macaroni and Samia's and then went home and played joker with Mom, Jim, and his two older kids. Meh.