OK so the Halloween party was going really well. We all wanted to play a game so, we went upstairs to my friends apartment, and started to play a game of Moose Head. For all that do not know what this is, you try to bounce a quarter into a bowl full of beer (1 bottle) if you get it in on the bounce, the last person that puts moose ears on their head and says, "moose head" has to drink the bowl. Well, I did this like 3 times within just a few minutes. Needless to say I was feeling pretty good, but not like totally trashed. Just a good ole buzz. Well, more people started to come up and play. There was one guy who is an ex-army guy who I've never had the chance to meet, but he is one of my really good friends, brother. His name is Hill, he's fought over in Iraq and he is currently studying Russian so he can get back into the army. Everyone was like OMG, you're going to be a Russian spy, and me having a little knowledge was the only one that got he was trying to be in Special Forces, but-- let civvies believe otherwise. LOL! He also wants to go back to Iraq, because he wants to finish. His words. Anyway, its so funny when two people with military knowledge can have a conversation about something that no one else can relate too, and we're laughing and joking and all that, so that was so awesome to FINALLY be around someone I can relate to! Anyway, he leaves and one of the other party-goers join in and some blond bimbo with really huge tits, fake titties at that, she was apparently someone on bounty hunter or something, I've not heard of or seen the show. Well, almost everyone knew I was an army wife, because my friends mentioned many times that my husband was in Iraq and one of the other guys that I was talking to asked me what he did over there, so I said he's a medic and so forth. Then the blond started bringing up Iraq and why we went in and just started this guy, Brett on the topic and all that. He said that his brother was there and anyone that supported their mission was not in support of the troops and was a moron. I told him, that I was in support of their mission and how dare he tell me that I wasn't in support of the troops like my husband and his brother, because I'd rather boost the morales of the soldiers so they would be happy to have so many people believing in what they're doing over there back here at home. Everyone in the room was totally against me and not a SINGLE person could tell me the two different things going on in Iraq right now, only ONE person could tell me what happened in the United States in 1993, but he was actually the one trying to have a civil and intelligent conversation with me about it. Also, not a SINGLE person could tell me the agenda of Al Qaeda. And when I told them what happened in 1993 that the WTC was bombed and planned out by Bin Laden's right hand man, that 6 people were killed, do you know what this little whore said to me? Only 6 people? woohoo! I'm like ONLY 6! 6 people who lost their lives that shouldn't have, you heartless bitch! Then I told her that do you realize that these attacks on US soil has been going on for 20 years? And when will it stop? And she looks at me and goes, 20 years of my life? No, I don't think so, then goes up to someone and says did you know that Al Qaeda has been attacking and bombing our buildings for 20 years of my life? I'm like OMG, do you know any history of the United States at all? Thats when the blond big-tittied girl came in and took the two out of the room. I actually had a descent conversation with the other guy, who I think I've made him re-think things. Then I went into the kitchen where Brett followed me in there again, just to ask me my opinions. And I said, I have nothing to say to you because you don't allow me to tell you my opinions, because you shut them down, cuss at me and insult me when I do. NO THANK YOU! After him getting all up in my face about not wanting to continue our conversation, he then tells me that because of my opinions, my husband was going to die! This infuriated me and I said, I'm so done having any kind of conversation with you and not really sure why you're so fixated on hearing my opinions when you tell me something like that. And I screamed FUCK YOU and went downstairs. Then the stupid whore, that didn't know her history said something like, yeah you better walk away and I turned around and flipped her off and her comeback was, yeah right back at ya. I'm like god you're so fucking retarded. THEN, I'm sitting on the couch with my best friend Joey, the gay one, ;) and he was trying to calm me down and I told him that if that guy came over here again, I was seriously going to lay him out on the floor. He was like I know you will so we'll just not talk to him or even listen to anything he has to say. So, he comes back into the house and sees us sitting on the couch and I can hear him make a comment about my husband in Iraq. And I just ignored it. He came over to the couch and continued to yell and scream at me. Then tried to tell me and my friend that just because I have a husband over there does not mean that he doesn't care or love his brother any less. When neither of us said that. But, does his brother have a wife and child at home? Does he himself worry about the love of his life not returning? No. He doesn't even have a clue the sacrifice I MAKE as an army wife when sending my husband, my best friend, my life off to war. He couldn't even stand in my shoes for 2 seconds without wanting his own back. He then told me again that with supporting their mission my husband was going to die over there. My friend Joey, then goes-- OK I've got your beer, lay his ass out on the floor. I said, I realize I said that, but I'm done even associating with him and don't really want to go to jail tonight either. Especially, the outfits we both had on. Me as Goth Ann and he was a bride. lol Anyway, after so much of this, he made me cry. He felt bad for it, and I told him, you have no idea what I've gone through for the past 8 months. NO IDEA the sacrifices I have made. I'm not a Bush ass-kisser like you've told me repeatedly. Then, told him that I did not think some of the decisions he's made to secretly spy on the American people by tapping their phones was right, I said the revisions he's made to the constitution were also wrong and I don't think that they keep the American people safe either. And when he is out of office, this evidence that will come up against him and his right hand-man Cheney will come out. I said, right now, as the Commander-in-Chief of our military, he is just that. He puts out the orders, its not the fault of our military men who are ready and willing to lay their life for the people of this country, not that many of you think our freedoms are being protected, but I see your ass, sitting on this couch, talking to me, with beer in hand, shouting out whatever opinion you want to, and our soldiers go off to war, so you don't have to. He then looked at me and said, I think you and I see more eye to eye on things that I gave you credit for. I said, you never gave me the chance to tell you any of this, you assumed I was a Bush ass-kisser, when that couldn't have been farther from the truth. I said, I care deeply for all of our soldiers, your brother, a soldier and my husband a soldier and there isn't a moment that goes on in my day that I don't think about all those that are fighting over there right now. He then shook my hand and said, I think this country is great to have such strength in one woman as you. I couldn't do what you do everyday, I have not walked in your shoes, and I do from the bottom of my heart wish you and your family well and that your loving husband comes home to you. And I said, I wish for you and your family the same and I hope that your brother comes home to you too.
Then the trashed girl, the one who didn't know her history came over and says, something to him, that I didn't hear and he goes, no-- she's cool. Then her ass was so drunk later on that she wanted to drive home and I said are you sure? I really don't think you should drive, I really want you to get home safely. I don't think she went anywhere, she couldn't find her keys let alone her car. That was my night. How was yours?
