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Originally posted by lumberjim
I have been boring many of you with my tales from GD tour, and I would like to hear your stories, too.
Give it.
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Hrm..ok. Back in 1986, during the Monkeemania revival (yes, I did say The Monkees!), two of my galpal friends and I decided to go to a convention in New Jersey for the weekend. We were all excited, since this was like our first "real" adventure away from home, without parental supervision (we had to be around 16-17 at the time). Unfortunately, we had to have my best friend's much-older-methadone using-sometimes violent boyfriend to drive us up there from Baltimore (I found out a year later he had been abusing her off and on during their two year relationship). He and I had had a couple of "run-ins" with each other, but he would say he was sorry and all would be well again (which is the pattern of abusive men...alienate the friends).
At any rate, we get to the hotel, check in, and decide that we want to go to NYC for dinner. We drive up there, and stop at some pizza joint to eat. Everything is going great up until the point where the b/f is paying the check. "Best friend" decides to try to flirt with another guy that has just come in, and she thinks that her b/f doesn't see it...but he does. Now he's furious, and the ride back to Jersey is a nightmare. He's cussin' and fussin' the whole way, "best friend" is trying to explain herself and the other friend has just put her chewing gum on the back of his seat...and he's wearing a sweater (don't ask...she was weird like that). Mmm, nice and sticky. Now he's
REALLY mad as all hell. At this point, I'm just praying that we get back to the hotel in one piece and that he doesn't kill us all and leave us in Central Park to die or something!
Eventually, he drops us off and leaves us to go back home. He says he'll call "best friend" later to let us know when he'll come back to pick us up on Sunday (he came back up on Sat., and another incident ensued). Basically, we never got the phone call. We waited and waited...she tried to call him, but no answer. The bastard left us stranded in NJ!!! I had to call my Dad to wire us some money for a bus ticket! We had to make our way into NYC to catch the bus, and
THAT was a big ol' mess! This was back during the "scary" days when the NYC subway was much more run down than it is now (IMO). And I'd never ridden any subway car in my life, so I'm terrified. As if things couldn't get any worse...it did. We had no idea that when riding the NYC subway, you'd better make sure that you are near those doors, because they open and close with lightening speed. Here we were with suitcases (oh, and two guys decided to help out, and of course we're praying that they don't rob us blind), and we're trying to board the train. Everyone made it in except one of the guys and the other gal-friend. The doors closed before they had a chance to get on, and so the train took off without them! Oh lord! I'll never forget the look of sheer horror on her face as the train pulled away!! Eventually, we reached the train station, and about maybe 10 minutes later, so did the other two. She jumped off of the train and hugged us like she has been gone for a year!
Hours later, we arrived home safe and sound, but boy oh boy, that was a hot mess!!!!
Boyfriend turned out to be a raging asshole who was abusing "best friend" off and on for the two years that they were together. He disappeared after they broke up. Hopefully, he's six feet under somewhere...
Quick tie-in: At the end of this relationship (when she finally got a clue to leave him), she wanted me to help her move her things back to her Mom's house from his apartment. Long story short: He put up a fuss for me being there, he attacked her, I ran to the kitchen to find a weapon, grabbed the biggest knife I could find. Things calmed down for about 5 minutes, then back to the abuse. This time, I grabbed the knife sharpener (blunt object), and proceded to
beat.the.living.fuck out of him (as he was beating the living fuck out of her). The joke later on was that she was going to bronze the sharpener (and she still has it to this day!).
And "best friend" is still dating the wrong men, except she gave up former dope users and trading them in for married men *shakes head*.
Tales of misspent youth eh...man oh man, you don't
really wanna know!!!
