It's 4:30 in the morning.
I have a hair appointment for Diana at noon.
I have to face my in-laws at 2 for Greek Easter.
I am enraged.

This Saturday Dan had tickets to the Blackhawk's playoff game. He decided it would be a good idea to take a friend (who I will call GA). We all met for an early dinner before sending the fellas off for some fun.

Around midnight Dan sends me a drunk text, full of misspelled words, saying that things were getting ugly and that he would see me on Tuesday. I was a little worried since GA has been rumored to be a fighter when he drinks. I texted him back, asking if it was bad ugly or they were just having too much fun.

Nothing.

I let time pass. Then I texted him again.

Nothing.

I texted him one more time saying that if he didn't contact me soon I was going to call him, which was our code for "I am worried, please call me."

Nothing.

I call, get voice mail. I call again, leave a voice message.

My texts started to get angry. Still nothing.

1 AM rolls around and I know that sleep is out of the question. I CAN'T sleep when Dan is out and not communicating with me. Phone calls go unanswered, voice messages ignored, texts not heard.....

You get the picture.

Finally at 2 AM he answers the phone. He starts saying things about how they are going to the car. They aren't going anywhere, they are fine. I hear GA in the background saying something about firetrucks. I hear sirens.

I realize they are running.

"What the FUCK is going on?!"

He starts spewing out about how they had too much to drink, but they weren't driving, everything was fine. I screamed at him for a few minutes, about how he didn't answer the phone, how he scared the hell out of me, and now that I knew he was alive I really didn't give a rats ass what happened to him next.

"...you don't really mean that...."

At that exact moment, yes. Yes I did.

After talking to him for a few more minutes I realize he is drunk. REALLY drunk. More drunk than he has been in a very, very long while.

Dumbass.

I hang up and pray that I get a couple hours of sleep.

The phone rings.

"You have to call GA's wife and talk her off of the ledge. She's furious with GA."
"How in the hell do you think having one pissed off wife talking to another pissed off wife is going to help?!"
"You have to talk to her-"
GA's phone starts ringing.
"Obviously she is talking to GA right now, so I'm not calling her."

Why should I help him? They fucked up, they were going to pay the price. I can hear GA talking in the background. Then he starts to ask to talk to me.

"Dan, don't you give him my phone. I swear to God if you-....Hi GA...."
"I fucked up bad Rachel."
He then starts to tell me a story about how he punched a guy at the bar and maybe broke his arm while Dan was in the bathroom.

I was suddenly wide awake.

His voice cracks as he begs me to tell Wife that I was going to pick them up. I tried to explain to them that there was no way she believed that since she knew I had a sleeping 4 year old. He tries to tell me that Wife was going to leave him over this (not likely) and that he had done this before (not surprising). I find myself talking HIM off of a ledge.

This goes on for an hour. I try to convince them to get a cab and go to friend's house/hotel. Dan insists they are fine and that they are just going to sleep in the car. I wanted to dust off my older sibling/mom/friend/wife cape and fly to their rescue....

Fuck it.

As long as they weren't driving I didn't care what happened. Let them deal with the consiquences. I hung up and jokingly tried to fall asleep. I said a prayer that they got home okay in the morning but I also promised myself that if he drove home drunk I would leave him. I was THAT angry.

After "sleeping" for 45 minutes I hear the front door. I walk to the kitchen to see Dan drinking from the faucet.
"Your car still in Chicago?" I asked hopefully.
"No, my mom drove it home. Wife is driving her and GA home now."
I winced involuntarily as I imagined the suffering GA was going to go through.
Dan swayed as gave me his best pouting face and did the sign for Sorry. I turned on my heel and stalked out. He asked if I wanted him to sleep on the couch. I informed him that I didn't give a fuck where he slept. As he fell asleep next to me I realized that I should have told him to go to the couch. He reaked of booze and he started snoring right away. With a sigh I gathered my stuff and moved to the couch.

I tossed and turned as I thought of his punishment. I knew that I was going to go to Greek Easter. Diana had been looking forward to seeing her cousins for weeks, so I wasn't going to punish her for her Dad's stupidity. I also knew that I wasn't going to require him to go. Ddisappointing his Yaya were going to hurt him a lot. I also didn't feel like babysitting him as he lay in the corner hungover. I had no clue what I was going to do after Greek Easter but I knew it would be bad.

I also knew this wasn't going to be something that damaged our relationship. He was stupid, he was an ass, and he was going to suffer. The important thing was that I knew HE knew this, so I am not overly worried.

Now that I have written this I may be able to get some sleep.

Say a prayer for Dan.....