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Sunday, June 22, 2003

 
Today I discovered I took the wrong class. I took what I thought was a class to satisfy the Foreign Cultures requirement, but it turned out to be a Culture Diversity class instead. DAMMIT! Waste of time, waste of money. I'm pretty sure I got an A though, so if nothing else at least it will bring up my GPA.

Bobby's godparents, Ann (who Maggie was named after, middle name) & Michael are in town visiting his mom, Mary, so she invited Maggie & I down for the day. Taylor (my stepson) & Jennifer (my sister-in-law) were also there. I really love Bobby's family, I'm glad that I'm close to them & that nothing changed after the divorce. Bobby's mom once told him that I was the sweetest girl ever (aww) & that if he ever hurt me it would be him out of the family & that she was keeping me. Considering he was excluded today, (as well as holidays) I guess she followed through on that. Pretty sad when you're such a shitty person you're own mother doesn't want you around.

Ann & Michael are these mega-rich, pretentious people. They live in West Virginia in a house so big & historical that it has a name & a separate guesthouse; it's on the Potomac & has this awesome view. Once, a few years ago, they drove down & were complaining about horrible choices of restaurants on the road, I think they ate at Denny's or something. Bobby said something about McDonald's & Ann exclaimed, "Oh Rob! (they & his mom call him Rob) Please tell me you have never eaten at such a place!" It was really funny, they couldn't believe that we consume fast food. They're very nice though.

Michael is English & an excellent cook; he spent the whole day in the kitchen & it smelled awesome. When we all went to the pool, (Mary's community pool) he stayed behind & continued cooking. I didn't find out what we were having until we sat down to dinner. It was duck, something I've never had, nor ever planned to, because I think it's gross. I was a vegetarian for five years, sometimes I still have issues eating the regular kinds of meat. There was no way I was going to refuse to eat it, after he spent all day in the damn kitchen even making a separate dish of shrimp for the kids because he didn't think they would eat the duck, as well as brought me margaritas & kept my wine glass full, so I ate it. It was delicious, so tender, melted in my mouth, yum. Maggie even asked to taste it; she spit it out, but at least she tried it.

I also found out the latest on Bobby. He resumed his endless calls this past Tuesday. Eric & I were watching Old School and he just kept calling & calling. I didn't answer, thinking he would just give up, but NO! He called at least a dozen times, the last one at 3:30 am. Eric also now thinks Bobby is insane, welcome to the club Eric. I received another 10 or so calls on Wednesday then they suddenly stopped. I could tell he was in an altered state of mind the few times I did answer my phone, so I figured he was just sleeping it off or something. Wrong. Today his mother told me that he was just released from the hospital, he OD'd. He told her on alcohol which I knew was a lie, because that happens when you binge drink & Bobby is not a power drinker, he would pass out before getting alcohol poisoning. She said he wanted to go to rehab but there is a 6 month waiting list for Gateway so he was going somewhere in Palatka. He then called me on my cel while I was still at his mom's & I got the real story. He OD'd on heroin in the Regency Square Mall parking lot. He said he hadn't done it in a long time & his friend wanted to try it (yeah right) so they bought it off the street downtown. I didn't even ask why they chose Regency to do it...anyway, he died for a few minutes I guess, his friend did CPR & then rescue came & took him to the hospital & they kept him for a few days. He then told me he was going to rehab & blah, blah, blah. I then told him that I wish he HAD died & hung up on him. I know that sounds horrible, but damn, if I thought he would actually ever get better, I would encourage him to, for Maggie & Taylor's sake. But I don't think he ever will or that he wants to. The only reason he's going to rehab is that he has no other choice. He has no job & his roommate is kicking him out, rehab is better than the street.
Tina 2:36 AM