Crappy Weekend...well, mostly.

So after the week I had last week I decided on Friday that I needed to get away from my Mom for a bit. I texted James hoping that he hadn't made any plans and he said that he didn't. I texted back asking if I could come and hang out. He said of course. Keep in mind, this is a two hour drive for me. I left right after work because I knew I would have to come back Saturday afternoon to go out with my sister for her birthday, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I left for James' about 5:30ish. Traffic was good, so I was making good time. When I was about 25 minutes away James calls me to see where I was at. I told him and he said he and his roommate Dennis were going to go to a party in Orlando. He asked if I wanted to go, but it sounded kinda like he didn't want me to go with them. He said they were only gonna be there for a little while. I said, sure I'll go. He then said, "Just so you know, Dennis is planning on drinking and driving." WTF?!?!? Who plans to drink and drive? What a moron. Anyways, I said just go without me, but leave your door unlocked so I can get in. I had some reports to do for work anyways. So I get there and the house is empty. I watch TV, go get some food, do some work, play some XBox. James had told me they were gonna leave the party around 10 or 10:30. I gave up on that when 1:00am rolled around. They didn't get home until 2:30am! Both, obviously drunk off their asses. It really pissed me off. The next day when James finally woke up, we went to Wendy's (cause Dennis wanted fast food) and brought it home (cause Dennis wanted to) and then I left. James was like, "I didn't know you were leaving today, I thought you were here for the weekend." Granted I didn't tell him I was only there for the night, but he did tell me he had no plans for the night. Whatever. The whole situation pissed me off.
So I head home to get ready to go to Carraba's and then the Improv with my sister for her birthday. The whole reason I didn't stay at James' another night was to go out with her for her birthday. When I get about 45 minutes away from home she calls and asks where Mama is. I say I don't know, I'm driving back from James' house. She said she hadn't heard from her all day, which is very strange for my mother to not call on a birthday. I then realized that she hadn't called and pestered me at all that day either. Which is also unusual. So now I'm freaked out cause no one knows where Mama is. Patty called her again, and it turns out she was sleeping. So I get home and meet my Mom, Patty, and her husband Brian at Panera. That's when I find out we aren't going out because Patty and Brian got tickets to Cedric the Entertainer instead of the Improv. So I drove all the way home for nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Again, I am pissed.
This brings us to Sunday. Brian got me a ticket to go with him and Patty to the Bucs game. I was excited because I had never been to an NFL game before. They were playing Atlanta, so it was two teams I don't really care about, but I was still looking forward to it. The game itself was fun. Being in the stadium was an experience. Sitting with Patty and Brian was miserable. Patty complained about everything. "We're too high, it's raining, I'm hot, we aren't in the sun, I'm hungry, this food is gross," and on and on and on. The whole car ride to the game, the whole game, and the whole ride home. It never ended. Even when Brian yelled at her. Which made things that much more uncomfortable.
So all in all, this was a pretty bad weekend. The good news, for most of you that read this, is that this weekend made me want to move back to Phoenix more than ever. I hope this week goes better than last week. I don't have my hopes up though cause I'm still working 12 hour days.