Okay, now that the cat's out of the bag, let's just state the facts.
Jennifer came over to my house to join in on a collaborative effort in making dinner for Mom's birthday and Mother's Day. During the shopping phase, one day earlier, we had talked about if we need to get mixer for making margeritas. Jen said it wouldn't be necessary, because she was planning on getting drunk the night before, so there was no need to get more than the wine that we had planned on drinking with dinner.
Well, she didn't get drunk the night before Mom's dinner. During the food prep, I offered her a shot of tequila and I poured a beer for Emily and me to share. Everything was all honky-dory until Jen said, "I'm ready for my next drink!". At that point, I told her that she wasn't welcome to everything in my liquor cabinet, so she threw a fit. She lectured me on social etiquette and that when I invite someone in my house, as a guest, they are welcome to drink anything they want. So I told her that she should ask and not be so presumptuous. At that point she threw a tantrum and said she was out of here, but rather, she went to sulk in my backyard, calling a "friend", checking to see if her brother was totally out of line in cutting her off from the liquor. I went outside and told her she could have her drink, and we would fight about it later. Again, she flew into an outrage and screamed at me that she was on the phone. A minute later, Mom and Dad arrived, so after welcoming them in, I went back outside to tell Jen. I told her she could have her drink, but that I have some rules she should listen to. She blew up at me and said that she had it with me and that she wasn't going to listen to any rules. Luckily for me, I have Dad as a winess, so he can verify my story. She apologized to Emily for "marrying such an idiot", then stormed out of the house without wishing Mom any happy occasions.
What an incredibly angry horrible drunk! Brent and Charlene, please take note that she views being a guest as having carte blanche, so do not be surprised if she tries to take advantage of your good nature, which I'm sure you've already been subject to, during past visits.
Jen, I'm sorry you're having such a miserable life. Go find someone else to dump on. I've had it with you and you're not coming back to my house again.
A collection of blurbs stemming from mostly the motorized projects that I do. Some posts mixed in have to do with my experiences in X-ray school. (Some entries are from older blogs that I killed off.) Some of my toys are a Mazdaspeed Miata that I work on and take to the track, a little Harley that I can't stop modding and an old Yamaha RD400 that I've been collecting parts for over the past 15 years. When I'm not wrenching, sometimes I mountain bike, sometimes I snowboard, sometimes I make beer.
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