Adventures in New Year's Eve Land (whoever doesn't read this is a fucking retard).
The top picture is of Aubrey holding a bottle of Jack and a bottle of V8 of which was SUPPOSED to help him from getting too fucked up. It didn't work. The middle picture is me, right after taking a shot of Jack, and I guess I don't have to explain the last one.
The night started off just great. There were the six of us: me, Aubrey, Jim, Rachel, Chris, and Eddie. We had a case of Natural Ice (Hey, we usually buy the darkest beer for Aubrey and I, but if we were going to feed everyone, we'd have to get the cheap stuff), a bottle of champagne left over from our wedding, a bottle of Jack, some smoke, and a nice fire. Everyone was jumping around, dancing, talking, laughing, and I was screaming everytime Aubrey and Chris through a stickless bottle rocket into the fire. We also heard a bomb go off a few houses down. No shit. We saw the white flash and it was LOUD (probably oxygen). I had as much to drink as anyone there, except Eddie... he doesn't drink. When it was time, we passed the bottle of champagne around and Jim even shook it up and the shit sprayed all over us. This is when everything started turning upside down.
I asked Aubrey how much a radio station would cost to run a month. I was expecting that it was quite expensive. I shouldn't have asked. Aubrey starts blabbing about how I crushed his dreams by telling him a while back that he annoyed me everytime he spoke about building sailboats. I just found it annoying because he's the type that when he gets an idea into his head, he doesn't stop talking about it. As-a-matter-of-fact, whenever he cruises the net, it's either to check his account balance or look up anything boats. I started getting extremely upset because for 1.) It was only a simple fucking question and 2.) I didn't know how much of a pain I had cause Aubrey by telling him that he was getting a bit annoying talking about boats all the damn time. Even so, I haven't heard him talk about boats since I had told him this. I even wanted to buy him a book about sailboats for Christmas, but bought him a soup recipe book and a book about John Lennon instead.
I guess he figured that he was going to sleep outside by the fire because of the monstronsities that were thrown at him after the fact of telling me "why can you talk about YOUR dreams, when I cannot." It was only a fucking question, but to him, it struck something that he had been meaning to express only when he was drunk enough to. I saw him leave to walk down the street. I figured he was just going to take a short walk, but after he was gone for a little while, I started to remember the last time something like this happened. He left drunk without me and ended up passed out on the sidewalk. I told everyone that Aubrey was passed out drunk somewhere and we needed to go find him. I was absolutely, positively correct.
I didn't have my glasses on at the time, but all I saw was a flashlight on something in the middle of the road a few hundred yards down. Yep, it was Aubrey, lying passed out on a fucking tree that he was trying to drag up to the yard to use for the fire. He was wearing a grey sweater, so all I saw was his arms and his head. It kinda creeped me out because it reminded me about that scene in E.T when E.T. was sick and lying in that creek calling, "Elliot, Elliot..." I was like HOLY FUCK and ontop of that, someone in a Jeep Cherokee drove up and came to a complete stop, got out, and yelled something about calling the cops. People drive down that residential street going like 50 when they are actually suppose to drive at a fucking residential speed of only 25. So, saying that, Aubrey almost got ran the fuck over. All in all, Aubrey was brought back to the house.
While trying to pull out the couch bed (or whatever you call it), Aubrey was sitting behind me in a chair. My back was turned and all I heard was that all too familiar grumbling sound coming from the belly of a person full of Jack, beer, and champagne. OMG. BLLLALLAAAHHHHHH!!! all over the fucking floor. BLLLAHHAHAHHAAAA!! BLLLALALAAHHHHH!!!! Thank goodness Jim and Rachel have ceramic-tiled floors. OMG the smell. We had eaten eggplant parmasean a few hours before. OMG. Acidic-smelling Italian food. Fucking yum. Jim took his industrial-sized mop bucket and mopped that shit up as I followed Aubrey into the bathroom and sat in there for like an hour rubbing his back while he shat on the toilet (yes, the "politically incorrect" past-tense form of "shit") while he continued to puke in the bathtub. It's funny (queer, strange, weird) that I had that dream about those worm things coming out of my monkey dick and when Aubrey puked one time, I went to wipe his mouth and two noodles from dinner were kinda stuck to his mouth. It reminded me so much of the dream that when I think about it now, I never want to eat spaghetti again. At least you only have to imagine it...I dreamt something like it, if not worse, then experienced a likeness in reality within the first hour of the new year. Yay me.
This morning he couldn't hold down water and slept most of the day. He was awake for the ride home, but we didn't say a word to each other. This doesn't necessarily mean that the incident the night before had anything to do with our silence; we just need some fucking peace and quiet. We got more when we both got home. I sat here and told others about my experience and Aubrey slept on the couch without any kind of noise except my occasional striking of the keyboard.
We settled our small difference - yes, we both concurred that the situation was both small and inapparent to be so upset at each other for something that we could both work on together (damn, I just said the word "both" in the same sentence three times). I told him that I never knew that he was so hurt until last night. I told him that I would try to be more supportive of him, since he IS like my dad... whenever I asked my father a question, he went all over the universe picking up shit that had nothing to do with what I asked him. Aubrey may talk forever, but he always gives me the answer that I was looking for.