Crazy Weekend

We spent three hours in the hospital Halloween night just like we did a year ago, same room and everything. Except this year we got to see a show across the hall... A coked out man on suicide watch screaming at the nurses to have him unrestrained. But let's back up a little...

Our bad luck started Friday night when it only took us an hour to get to St. Kitt's, an impressive record, and then another two hours driving around lost looking for a hotel. We ended up at the same expensive one as last year on the main strip. When we finally checked in at eleven, everybody was going clubbing just down the street in their costumes, but we didn't get the memo and we're pretty much the only ones costume-less. We got separated later on and I managed to lose my cell phone. I ended up going home to a friend's house.

The next morning I made my way back to the hotel room to find blood all over our bathroom and blood-soaked towels - every single towel they gave us. I'm thinking - WTF!?!? I wake Brad up to find even more blood on his pillowcase. So he explained the night before that he got thrown out by the bouncers and that's why he went missing. He mistook a little guy in a bouncer's uniform as a Halloween costume, so they threw him out thinking he was wasted, and cut his head nicely on the curb. For some insane reason he didn't want to get staples like last year so he decided to skip the hospital, but I made him go later. He ended up getting five stitches this year and I held his hand the whole time.

We spent three hours there, met some nice people and some crazies, before we made it to our friend's big bash. Somehow though, it turned out to be a great weekend.

Now? His parents left for Florida so Brad's man of the house. That's what I like to call him and I think it's so sexy watching him do everything! Empty house for a month!