Baker Street Hotel.

What an adventure the last two days have been. Murph dog is leaving town and heading for San Diego. She is the first person since I have moved here that is actually leaving. People don't leave Colorado. They might leave Denver for Fort Collins or the Springs or maybe even to go more towards the Front Range, but they don't actually leave Colorado. However, Murph Dog and Woody (her boyfriend) are heading out to the great state of California to try their luck at living without SNOW!

Murph and Woody's goodbye party was on Thursday night. A perfect night for everyone in the service industry because it is really slow. Unfortunately, the shin-dig was in Lakewood. For Murph and Murph only I'll suck it up and make the 15-20 minute drive to the other Baker's. Party started at 7, Rome and I strolled in around 8:45 (I had a volleyball game before hand). The great thing about being in the service industry is we buy each other drinks. Swallow loves hanging out with us, because the rounds of drinks just don't stop coming. Unless of course you are the DD like me, and I got the luxury of buying a round and sipping on some club soda. It will all come back to me, so I am not worried about it. As the night progressed, the shots were flowing and Swallow proceeded to get absolutely hammered. She was her typical fun self, and I loved it...EVERYONE LOVED IT. We all knew she was hammered when she went over and HUGGED SeaBiscuit. Her drunken filter must have gone right out the window, because on a sober day it takes all of Swallow's power to not want to hit the girl. Watching that made the night spectacular! I don't mind being the babysitter for Swallow, as she pretty much takes care of herself and everyone always gets a good laugh out of her drunkenness. However, around midnight, I realize that if Swallow continues to try to keep up with everyone else and the random rounds of shots, she was going to end up puking...so I instead decided it was a good time for us to say our goodbyes and head out. Swallow again hugged SeaBiscuit, how comical!

We get home safely and Hungry had a visitor from Kansas (make note the guest room is occupied). Around 12:30-12:45ish I decide I have had enough fun for one night and turn in. Three in the morning rolls around and Midget crawls in my bed. What is going on? I didn't even know she was at the house let alone in my bed. I think to myself, she must be drunk because she still has her work clothes on. I thought it made sense because Hungry's friend was in the guest room and Sam must have someone in her bed. Since she woke me and Camden up, I might as well go get a drink of water. I come back up to my room look in Sam's room to see her and Midget both sleeping, I think to myself "rut rhoe, who the heck is in my bed?" I get back to my room to find no one, just the sheets and comforter all messed up. I guess Midget realized that she was in the wrong room and went back to where she came from. "I think to myself, okay good Camden and I can go back to bed in peace, and we can sleep in since I don't have to work until 3! Yippie!" Oh, how wrong I was.

The phone rings at 4:18 am. That is a bad sign, next bad sign is its on vibrate and I actually hear it. Nothing good can happen at 4:18 in the morning, no matter who or what is on the other end of the phone, it can't be positive! I see that Rome is calling...in my slumber I answer it and try to have a conversation. She is hysterically crying on the other end of the phone so of course I can't understand anything. She tries to explain why she is crying, but between being woken up in the wee hours of the morning and the hysterical sobs I couldn't grasp anything of what she was saying. As I slowly begin to come too, she tells me she has no where to go and needs to come over. Great, I finally understand something and tell her to come over! She asks for directions, and where to park? I think where to park is a funny question, "so I tell her in front of the house...she responds with there is no room!" I walk outside and sure enough we look like a Hotel parking lot...my car, hungry's car, midget's car, sam's car, random person from Kansas's car, and a motor cycle. I tell her to park on the street somewhere and to come in.

When I finally calm her down enough to actually understand what she says, I find out that her lovely boyfriend beat her up in front of all our friends at the going away party. The cops were called and she filed domestic violence charges. Yikes, how does this happen? Since they live together, she can't go home because she doesn't know if he will be there...so what happens I invite her to crash with us until she gets on her feet. I inform the roommates about what is going on and they look at me like I have 5 heads! Not the impression I was expecting, but they explain that I really am too nice. I can't always fix everything, but they all do get a good laugh watching me try. I deal with Rome for the next few hours, wondering how to actually be effective. I guess just listening and hugging her makes things better, or at least I thought they did. I call work, explain what happened and they ask me if I can cover her shift. I respond with sure, no problem...because I can't say no.

I ended up working 13+ hours on about 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Not pretty! It only got worse when I found that Rome's boyfriend has beaten her up 2 other times and she has never followed through on the charges! Maybe this time is different, but I quickly learned that it isn't, she dropped the charges later in the afternoon. What is wrong with girls? To make a long story longer, she went back home to be with him and they are happy ever after! GRRRRRRRR! I update Swallow on the progress and she says, "don't worry spit, you can continue to save the world again tomorrow."