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Oct. 15th, 2005 02:43 amMy sister has a drinking problem. I am typing this now, despite my tiredness, to help me in case I forget anything while I sleep.
We went out tonight to Cafe Luna for my sister's birthday. Apparently she hadn't eaten much today, but she started drinking wine as soon as we got there. The meal went fine, but her and two other girls went through 2 bottles of wine before we left.
After Cafe Luna we headed on over to Tir Na Nog for drinks. I'm honestly not sure how many beers my sister had there, I seem to remember at least 4 beers, and she had a shot called a Screaming Orgasm. She also had numerous sips and tastes of other people's beers. Around 1am everyone was pretty tired (since most of us had to work today) and everyone went their separate ways. I myself was pretty sleepy from the drinks I had had, but I had stopped drinking around 11:30/12am when I realized that I was getting a little ragged due to lack of sleep plus alcohol.
The ride back is where the trouble began. My brother in law was driving, since he'd had the least amount to drink, and was sober when we left the bar. My sister, who was in the front seat, slumped down and tried to put her boots up on the dashboard. My brother in law just bought the car, so he asked her to please put her feet down, or take her boots off. This started my sister off bitching and moaning about how she could put her feet on the dash of her car (which is pretty old), and how she didn't see why she couldn't put her feet up in the new car. Then my sister took off her seatbelt (while still slumped down in her seat), and again started bitching when we (this time I had to join in) made her put the seatbelt back on. This provoked a lovely comment from my sister about how she didn't care if all of us died if the car wrecked, followed by a monologue about how evil seatbelts were, followed by another monologue about what a bitch my mother was for not teaching her how to drive (my mother new she couldn't handle it, so she hired a private instructor for us, but my sister hated him and stopped her lessons).
Well, we finally got home, and had to park a little ways away from the apartment because the guys next door were having a party and there weren't any spaces near our door. My brother in law and myself took one look at my sister, and figured we'd have to help her out of the car and to the apartment. However, as soon as he went to help her out she started screaming for him to leave her alone, that she was fine, and that she could make it.
She promptly slid out of the car and lay down on the pavement.
Again we tried to help her up, figuring that now we'd need to carry her, and again she started screaming at my brother in law. This time she complained that he had parked too far from the apartment, and that she would be sick if she walked to the door, and couldn't we leave her alone already. I explained to her that no, we could not just leave her lying in the parking lot, and that Nate (my brother in law) had parked as close to the door as he could. Nate agreed with me that she couldn't be left to lay in the parkinglot, but offered to drive her closer to the door if she would get back into the car.
My sister again refused his help, and continued to lay on the pavement complaining that he hadn't parked close enough. Finally she managed to get up on her feet, and Nate and I helped her walk to the apartment. Once inside she immediately collapsed on the living room floor, and started yelling at Nate about how mean he was to her.
At that point we decided to leave her in the living room to sleep it off, since it was pointless to try and reason with her or get her to walk upstairs. Unfortunately, things did not end there, as after a few minutes my sister followed us upstairs and started screaming at Nate about how she was going to divorce him. She accused him of making her leave the bar early, of not letting her rest in the car until she was ready to get out, of not parking close enough to the door, and of not loving her. He tried to reason with her, but she just raised her voice and made the same statements over and over again, until he told her that it was pointless to talk with her drunk. This made her start demanding that he talk to her, or else she would leave him right now. This went on for several minutes, with her screaming at him and the both of us trying to get her to calm down and sleep it off, until finally he caved and agreed to 'talk' with her for 5 minutes.
At that point they shut the door, so I slipped downstairs and took the car keys in case my sister decided to do something even stupider. Not that shutting the door helped, as I could hear her shouting and screaming from the downstairs, and in my room with both of our doors closed. Around 3am things finally got quiet, and I can only hope that my sister is passed out. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do, but someone is going to have to try and talk to her tomorrow. This kind of thing can't continue, or else they really will be divorced before they've been married a month.
We went out tonight to Cafe Luna for my sister's birthday. Apparently she hadn't eaten much today, but she started drinking wine as soon as we got there. The meal went fine, but her and two other girls went through 2 bottles of wine before we left.
After Cafe Luna we headed on over to Tir Na Nog for drinks. I'm honestly not sure how many beers my sister had there, I seem to remember at least 4 beers, and she had a shot called a Screaming Orgasm. She also had numerous sips and tastes of other people's beers. Around 1am everyone was pretty tired (since most of us had to work today) and everyone went their separate ways. I myself was pretty sleepy from the drinks I had had, but I had stopped drinking around 11:30/12am when I realized that I was getting a little ragged due to lack of sleep plus alcohol.
The ride back is where the trouble began. My brother in law was driving, since he'd had the least amount to drink, and was sober when we left the bar. My sister, who was in the front seat, slumped down and tried to put her boots up on the dashboard. My brother in law just bought the car, so he asked her to please put her feet down, or take her boots off. This started my sister off bitching and moaning about how she could put her feet on the dash of her car (which is pretty old), and how she didn't see why she couldn't put her feet up in the new car. Then my sister took off her seatbelt (while still slumped down in her seat), and again started bitching when we (this time I had to join in) made her put the seatbelt back on. This provoked a lovely comment from my sister about how she didn't care if all of us died if the car wrecked, followed by a monologue about how evil seatbelts were, followed by another monologue about what a bitch my mother was for not teaching her how to drive (my mother new she couldn't handle it, so she hired a private instructor for us, but my sister hated him and stopped her lessons).
Well, we finally got home, and had to park a little ways away from the apartment because the guys next door were having a party and there weren't any spaces near our door. My brother in law and myself took one look at my sister, and figured we'd have to help her out of the car and to the apartment. However, as soon as he went to help her out she started screaming for him to leave her alone, that she was fine, and that she could make it.
She promptly slid out of the car and lay down on the pavement.
Again we tried to help her up, figuring that now we'd need to carry her, and again she started screaming at my brother in law. This time she complained that he had parked too far from the apartment, and that she would be sick if she walked to the door, and couldn't we leave her alone already. I explained to her that no, we could not just leave her lying in the parking lot, and that Nate (my brother in law) had parked as close to the door as he could. Nate agreed with me that she couldn't be left to lay in the parkinglot, but offered to drive her closer to the door if she would get back into the car.
My sister again refused his help, and continued to lay on the pavement complaining that he hadn't parked close enough. Finally she managed to get up on her feet, and Nate and I helped her walk to the apartment. Once inside she immediately collapsed on the living room floor, and started yelling at Nate about how mean he was to her.
At that point we decided to leave her in the living room to sleep it off, since it was pointless to try and reason with her or get her to walk upstairs. Unfortunately, things did not end there, as after a few minutes my sister followed us upstairs and started screaming at Nate about how she was going to divorce him. She accused him of making her leave the bar early, of not letting her rest in the car until she was ready to get out, of not parking close enough to the door, and of not loving her. He tried to reason with her, but she just raised her voice and made the same statements over and over again, until he told her that it was pointless to talk with her drunk. This made her start demanding that he talk to her, or else she would leave him right now. This went on for several minutes, with her screaming at him and the both of us trying to get her to calm down and sleep it off, until finally he caved and agreed to 'talk' with her for 5 minutes.
At that point they shut the door, so I slipped downstairs and took the car keys in case my sister decided to do something even stupider. Not that shutting the door helped, as I could hear her shouting and screaming from the downstairs, and in my room with both of our doors closed. Around 3am things finally got quiet, and I can only hope that my sister is passed out. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do, but someone is going to have to try and talk to her tomorrow. This kind of thing can't continue, or else they really will be divorced before they've been married a month.
