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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 02:41 PM
I thought since it's that time of year everyone might share the story of the strangest Christmas party they ever attended...maybe it's been done before, but what the heck...a good story is a good story! I'll go first with the one that is definitey the most unforgettable party I ever attended.

It was the first Christmas party Johnny and I had attended at the blues club in Gadsden that was hosted by Carl Weaver. It was when Johnny and Carl first started talking about working together and we'd been invited to his company party and were having a good time when Carl received a call from a friend who was on her way telling him she'd had an accident in his car and asking if he could please go and get her. He left right away and evidentally after she made the call, the people in the other car involved in the accident pulled her out of the car and started beating on her so when Carl got there, he had to take her to the hospital.

Meanwhile, back at the club, about three police officers walked through to the back looking for Carl who obviously wasn't there so they left. As the music played and things were rocking, suddenly a hush fell over the crowd and the lights came on. One of the gentlemen there had collapsed and two of three rather hysterical people thought he was having a heart attack. The ambulance arrived shortly, placed the man on the gurney and carried him away. Shortly thereafter Carl returned to the club and within thirty minutes, the police officers came back and asked to speak with Carl in the back. Evidentally they were looking for Jerry 'Boogie' McCain's daughter because someone had reported hearing what sounded like a struggle in her apartment but no one had seen her and she was supposed to be at the club. Which she wasn't so they left.

Jerry was the entertainment for the evening and when it was time, he put on a heck of a show while everyone was enjoying themselves. After his performance, the lights came on and Jerry was loading up his gear when the three police officers returned, asked Carl, who was sitting with us, to go to the back of the club again with them. Carl stopped by our table, shaken, and told us the police had broken into Jerry's daughter's apartment and found her stabbed to death and that he had to go up and break the news to Jerry.

Needless to say, as word spread through the crowd, we all made a quiet exodus to the door where Carl stood thanking people for being there. All I can say is, Emily Post never covered this situation in any of her etiquette books. About the only thing I could think of to do was thank him for a lovely evening! Not exactly the right words....but that's what came out my mouth while I was trying to think of something else to say!

 

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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 02:45 PM
Wow. Bummer. That story even makes Christmas at the Griswold's seem happy.

 

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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 02:57 PM
Too freaky, Ann! Wonder if there was a full moon that night because it sounds like werewolves were out in full force in Gadsden. Very sad about Jerry's daughter...what a terrible Christmas memory to be left with.

 

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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 03:15 PM
Chu Lai Vietnam....Xmas eve 1970.......sandbag bunker......rain.....mud....wet jungle utilities....soppin-soggy boots......flak jacket weighed a ton from the rain.......Thai sticks passin around the bunker........m-16s locked & loaded......high alert...eminent attack......3 Dog Night 8 track playin......."Mama Told Me Not To Come"........hysterical laughter in response to the song & our situation

[Edited on 12/7/2007 by captskipper]

 

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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 03:19 PM
that's funny skipper, glad you made it out of there to have a laugh about it...

 

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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 04:13 PM
I have one. It's kind of X-rated. Not sure I can tell it properly without being kind of graphic.

 

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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 05:14 PM
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Chu Lai Vietnam....Xmas eve 1970.......sandbag bunker......rain.....mud....wet jungle utilities....soppin-soggy boots......flak jacket weighed a ton from the rain.......Thai sticks passin around the bunker........m-16s locked & loaded......high alert...eminent attack......3 Dog Night 8 track playin......."Mama Told Me Not To Come"........hysterical laughter in response to the song & our situation

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glad they was SOMETHIN to laugh at in viet nam................and so glad you made it out..

 

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  posted on 12/7/2007 at 05:15 PM
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I thought since it's that time of year everyone might share the story of the strangest Christmas party they ever attended...maybe it's been done before, but what the heck...a good story is a good story! I'll go first with the one that is definitey the most unforgettable party I ever attended.

It was the first Christmas party Johnny and I had attended at the blues club in Gadsden that was hosted by Carl Weaver. It was when Johnny and Carl first started talking about working together and we'd been invited to his company party and were having a good time when Carl received a call from a friend who was on her way telling him she'd had an accident in his car and asking if he could please go and get her. He left right away and evidentally after she made the call, the people in the other car involved in the accident pulled her out of the car and started beating on her so when Carl got there, he had to take her to the hospital.

Meanwhile, back at the club, about three police officers walked through to the back looking for Carl who obviously wasn't there so they left. As the music played and things were rocking, suddenly a hush fell over the crowd and the lights came on. One of the gentlemen there had collapsed and two of three rather hysterical people thought he was having a heart attack. The ambulance arrived shortly, placed the man on the gurney and carried him away. Shortly thereafter Carl returned to the club and within thirty minutes, the police officers came back and asked to speak with Carl in the back. Evidentally they were looking for Jerry 'Boogie' McCain's daughter because someone had reported hearing what sounded like a struggle in her apartment but no one had seen her and she was supposed to be at the club. Which she wasn't so they left.

Jerry was the entertainment for the evening and when it was time, he put on a heck of a show while everyone was enjoying themselves. After his performance, the lights came on and Jerry was loading up his gear when the three police officers returned, asked Carl, who was sitting with us, to go to the back of the club again with them. Carl stopped by our table, shaken, and told us the police had broken into Jerry's daughter's apartment and found her stabbed to death and that he had to go up and break the news to Jerry.

Needless to say, as word spread through the crowd, we all made a quiet exodus to the door where Carl stood thanking people for being there. All I can say is, Emily Post never covered this situation in any of her etiquette books. About the only thing I could think of to do was thank him for a lovely evening! Not exactly the right words....but that's what came out my mouth while I was trying to think of something else to say!

y'all been to any more of carl's parties????

 

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  posted on 12/8/2007 at 01:16 PM
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I have one. It's kind of X-rated. Not sure I can tell it properly without being kind of graphic.


You're among friends....go for it.

And yes, Renee....we went to one last night and it was blessedly slow and raltively quiet and boring. A few happy drinkers bounced but that was the worst of it.

Hey Skip....you've got my story beat all the way around....glad you made it home!!

 

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  posted on 12/8/2007 at 01:46 PM
About 15 years ago, a friend of mine had just moved in with his new girlfriend and they wanted to have a Christmas party/housewarming. (We were all between the ages of, oh, 20-27 at the time) The girl was a really sweet person and was overly concerned about how all of these new people were going to judge her.

The group of people gathered all enjoyed party favors of various types, . Someone had just scored a large sheet of blotter and nearly all in attendance (about 15 people) thought that having an Electric Christmas party was a fine idea. So...doses were distributed, small talk and drinks ensue, and then, of course, after about 30-40 minutes or so everyone starts kicking in, inlcuding the host and hostess.

Now, as we all know, people do stupid things. The girl that was the hostess of the party had a cat, she'd had this cat for about 7 years. Some bozo thought it would be funny to dose the cat.

Now here we all are, well on the road to the peak, and the cat is acting quite strangely in the middle of the living room floor. Laughter and jocularity around, again, keep in mind the mindset of everyone in the room.

Then...the cat fell over. It died, right there in the middle of the room, in front of fifteen people starting what turned out to be about a 10 hour trip.

Needless to say, that moment forever changed my personal deifinition of "freaked out."

Myself and a couple other friends got out of there as fast as we could. The couple broke up the next day and he moved out shortly thereafter.

 

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  posted on 12/8/2007 at 02:13 PM
I'm going to one Tuesday night...I'll report back on Wednesday

 

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I have one. It's kind of X-rated. Not sure I can tell it properly without being kind of graphic.


You're among friends....go for it.

And yes, Renee....we went to one last night and it was blessedly slow and raltively quiet and boring. A few happy drinkers bounced but that was the worst of it.

Hey Skip....you've got my story beat all the way around....glad you made it home!!



Ok I'll be careful here. About 16-17 years ago wife and and I were invited to a Christmas party by a coworker of mine.(His nickname is Hog) We were pretty good friends, had lived only about a 1/2 mile from each other car pooled to work together and hung out a lot etc.

Then around October time frame he and his wife moved about 20 miles west and bought this house with about 50 feet of lake front property on a small 6 or 700 acre lake. Anyway as is common in Wisconsin the house was built pretty small originally as a fishing cottage in the 50's probably no more than 3-400 sq feet but as is also common for converted fishing cottages on lakes around here, had 4 or 5 additions built on it throughout the years so the house had 4 levels, each room maybe 300 sq feet. The only reason I mention this is there was maybe 35 people at this party and no single room was big enough to hold everyone so there were anywhere from 6-10 people in each part of the house drinking and eating and mingling etc.

Anyway since my friend was pretty new to the area he wound up inviting maybe 4 couples or 8 or so neighbors who he had recently met but didn't know real well.

So we're having a great time plenty of eats, drinks, nice conversaations and music it get to be about 11:30 and things are still going strong and one of the neighbors (husband) who my friend didn't know very well decides he's had enough and wants to head home (which was only 3 or 4 houses away).

Anyway he starts looking for his wife and searches every room looking for her and calling for her unsuccessfully. She is no where to be found. So now pretty much everyone is kind of shrugging their shoulders and trying to remember when the last time they saw her was. So someone said they thought she might have gone home already but nobody knew for sure. Anyway so the guy decides to go home without her thinking she had left.

So my wife says to me maybe we should head home after all we have a 20 mile drive and our kids were 6 and 7 1/2 or so at the time with the babysitter. So I thanked my buddy for the nice party and asked him where he had put our coats. He said they were up in the bedroom closet and he would go up with me to get them.

Anyway we go up to the bedroom on the third floor he opens the walk in closet door which had an automatic light turn on and here is the missing wife on her knees playing hide the sausage in her mouth with one of the other neighbors husbands.

I am pretty stunned and speechless at this point all I could do was bust up laughing, Hog turns to me and says she looks like she has quite a mouthful there, I had tears coming down my face and almost gave myself a hernia I was laughing so hard.

Anyway these couple neighbors actually ended up divorcing and running off with each other.



 

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Then...the cat fell over. It died, right there in the middle of the room, in front of fifteen people starting what turned out to be about a 10 hour trip. ...


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  posted on 12/8/2007 at 08:48 PM
I just knew there were some good stories to share....

 

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  posted on 12/13/2007 at 01:29 PM
I'm wracking my brain wanting to add to this thread with something REALLY funny,.....but can't think of a thing,.......Less-see......not a party,.....but I Did spend on Christmas Day in the Macon Hospital.

So How about a 'Chistmas Story' instead,......

It started out with a Christmas eve midnight tall cold glass of Chocolate chip ice cream and castor oil. (un-known, to me, at the time,...I was Horribly allergic to milk,...and it was a BIG glass with one of those 'Southern-era' long tea-spoons in it.) As for the castor oil,....yeah,...I knew,.......That was Supposed to do what it did,......the chocolate chip icecream had been to disguise the taste.

Earlier in the evening I had made up a HUGE bowl of ambrosia,...with oranges,..crushed pineapple and chopped pecans,...and put it in the fridge to chill for the next day. Remember this,...it will be mentioned again,.......it wasn't very good warm,....but oh,...I could hardly wait for it to chill.

I go to bed soon after,..(the castor oil cocktail).....but wake up at 4:30 a.m. for a trip to the Necessary Room.
I come back to bed and wake my husband "It's 'time' ,....get up,...let's go, my water's broke "
He rolls back toward me "How far apart ?"
" 4 and a half minutes"
He rolls back over the other way "Wake me up again when it's almost time"
(and he seattled down again to go back into heavy sleep)

I clobbered him (!!!!!!)

"It's 'TIME,..NOW !!!!"

He reluctantly got up, and got dressed.

I doubled over with another contraction, while he went down the hall and collected my other son up into a blanket to take him out to the car.
Minutes passed, and he didn't come back.

I had another contraction.
He was still gone.
Finally he comes back in the house. He's impatient. "So,...if it's almost time,...why aren't you dressed to go ? ! "
(Excuse me,....I've been busy mopping up a mess and doubled over in pain,.....)
I suggest he get my over-night bag while I try and catch my breath long enough to get dressed.
He gets it and goes back out to the car,...leaving me to finish dressing and lock up the house.

I finally make it to to the car. He's still impatient. I groan with another pain. We live about 10 minutes from the hospital,....maybe 15......He leisurely pulls out of the driveway and heads for Gray Highway. The several lane highway is totally deserted,.....it's almost 5 a.m. Christmas morning.

So far he has leisurely stopped at every stop sign on the way, and I haven't said anything about it. But when we get on that vast deserted expanse of gray Highway,....and he casually goes to stop at the first light,...I freak... "Why are you 'Stopping !!!!' There is NO_ONE out here !!!!!"
("I'm NOT going to run-a-a-red-light......" )
"But there is No One Here !!!!!!"
("I don't care,...it's a red light and I'm not going to break any laws,......I'll get you to the hospital in PLENTY of time ! without breaking any laws !")
I snarled.
I told him if there was a cop ANYWHERE around,....who might stop him,....I was Pretty sure they'd take one look at me, and understand, and give him an escort to the hospital,.......

he said that wasn't necessary,....we'd get there in time,....without running any lights.

So, we get across town.
But he doesn't pull up to the emergency entrance to let me out,...no.
He turns left,.....across the road from the emergency entrance,....and goes up the hill a bit to park along side the curb. I'm stunned. He collects my 5 yr old from the back seat, and carries him down to the emergency entrance without a single word to me.
I'm just sitting there,......I Can't believe this is happening,....This is HIS BABY,....HIS FIRST. and HIS idea,.....HE wanted a baby of his own,.....he'd ordered a little girl,.....I'd agreed to it. The other little boy was mine by another marriage,...but he'd adopted him,....just the same,.....I was having this baby for him,...and I'd expected a hell-of-a-lot more enthusiasm for my comfort and feelings, than I was, so far, NOT getting (!!!!!!)

I have my brief pity party in the car, waiting for him to come back and help me down the hill,...offer me an arm,...SOMETHING !!!!!.
He never comes back.

I finally get out of the car,.....and just as I'm standing on the sidewalk doubled over with another contraction,....he hollers from down the hill, across the street "Aren't you Coming ???? !!!!! It's Cold !!!! I wanna take Michael inside !!!!!! "

I straightened up a bit and sarcastically hollered back "You'll have to wait another minute,...I'm BUSY !!! "
I got the mental picture of him just shrugging his shoulders as I delt with the pain.
But resentment and plans for revenge were starting to form in my mind,............

I finally make my way down the hill and across the road. He opens the door for me.
He parks my son on a bench next to a large, colorfully lit Christmas tree. and comes over to the admissions window with me, to help me get checked in. He is SUPPOSED to STAY WITH ME. That was our 'agreement' But the lady at the desk tells him they'll need to take me back to prep me,....so he needs to stay in the waiting room.

They send me back to have some of The Most humiliating stuff done to my bod.

Then they park me in a room with another mother-to-be,...also in labor. She is TOTALLY 'out'
Something I have Zero plans to be.
I wait for my husband.
He doesn't show.
The Dr.-on-call comes in,....checks me,....then pulls out a hypo.
I am Up and almost off that table !!!
He is NOT going to put me out !!!!
(and I inform him of that !!! )
He insists that he IS.
I'm worse than angry
I am FURIOUS !!!!
He says he's going to do it so I'll have an easy delivery,...i.e. no more pain.
I angrily inform him that I had my First child with No pain-killers and fully awake at the age of 16,....and 5 years later,....I can darn well handle it, again !!!!

He gives me the shot, anyway.

I'm even angrier.
My husband still hasn't shown up.
The Dr. has given me a drug,....I'd almost lost this baby early on after my in-laws brought over their children who had German Measles knowing full well I might be pregnant,.....and I'd almost hemoraged to death with my first child (Chuck had already given blood to be held on account,....in case I hemoraged this time) i.e. I was afraid for my babie's life, re. the injected drugs,....and I was afraid for my own life because I knew the hemorage situation was very likely to happen again,.....I did NOT want to be put out !!!! And Where was my husband,....who'd put me in this situation in the first place !!!! He was Supposed to stay with me, and hold my hand,.....this was HIS baby ! The one HE had wanted !!!!.

But the Dr. has given me an injection. I am furious at him, and at my husband, and afraid for myself, and for my baby,.....and No One seems to care about Any of that !!! So I fight the drug.
The table thing I'm on,....is alongsiide a wall with a clock high on the wall. The drugs kick in. I've Never 'done' drugs in my life. I look up at the accustical tile ceiling. All the holes in it have turned pastel colors and are dancing all over the ceiling,....hey,....That's really cool !!! Very Pretty !!!!! Then I turn my head and look at the clock,....trying to time my contractions. The clock starts doing a Disney Cartoon thing. It 'Zips' down the wall, toward me,....then it 'Zips' back up again,.....I can't read it, to check my contractions,...because it won't stay still long enough,........it just keeps Zipping up and down the wall.
Finally the Dr. returns
"You are SUPPOSED to be OUT ! "
I snarl at him "I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT to be OUT !!!"
He gives me another shot,....I want to claw his eyes out as he approaches me with the hypo. But a contraction stops me from trying.
That's the last thing I remember
Til I wake up in recovery.
Someone tells me I've had a son.
I weakly protest that that's impossible,...I was expecting a GIRL,....I wrap my arms acoss my now flat belly, and pass out again.
The next time I wake up, I'm in my room.

Chuck comes in to see me.
It's around noon.
He asks if there's anything I want from home ?
I think for a moment.
I remember the huge stainless steel bowl of ambrosia I'd made the day before.
It should be all nicely chilled and delicious by now,.."Yes,...Bring me ambrosia !!!! "
He doesn't say a word.
Guilt is Clearly written All over his face.
I'm puzzled.
I ask what's wrong ?
he says he and Michael have already eatten all of it,......

My husband is almost a dead man,....that ambrosia was MINE !!!!
I was willing to 'share',....but the lion's portion was supposed to have been MINE.
Alas he's in luck.
I can't get out of the bed to reach him.
So in disappointment I change the subject.
"Why didn't you come stay with me, like we'd agreed ?"
("They wouldn't let me")
oh,...okay,....not his fault.I could Almost forgive him,...That,...but Not my ambrosia,...
"So,....tell me what happened in the waiting room ? "
("What do you mean ?")
"The waiting room,......while you waited for me to have the baby,......what happened ? what did you do when they told you,.....tell me about the waiting room !"

he dropped his eyes.
"Uh,....I never saw the waiting room,........"
("How could you NOT see the waiting room !!!!! ")
"Well,....after they took you to the back,....the nurse told me ,....that it was going to be HOURS yet,... so I might as well take Michael and go home and get some more sleep,....that they'd call and tell me when to come back,....."
("Chuck,...you DIDN'T !!!!!")
"Uh,...yeah,...I did,....they called and woke me up"

I laid there.
Propped up in my hospital bed,.....absolutely seathing with anger,........ !!!
First his trying to go back to sleep when I'd awakened him.
Then his leaving me in the house and going out to the car.
Then his stopping at signs and lights
Then his not dropping me off at the emergency room door,...and hollering at me to 'Come-On !"
Then the Dr. putting me out (after that humiliating 'prep')
and all my fears,...and the pain for the baby I'd agreed to risk my life, to have because HE wanted it.
Then my ambrosia
and now,........
He'd calmly gone home and slept while I risked my life to have HIS baby !!!!!

This man would not be getting sex for a Damned long time after the Dr. said it would be okay,......and there Sure as hell was NEVER going to be another baby !!!!!

I'd darn well fix HIS little red wagon !!!!.

So that's how I spent Dec, 24/25 1971 in Macon, GA.
It was no party.
But there was an 8 # + baby boy to go under the tree when I got home,...for pictures of him and the rest of the 'presents'

He was The first baby born in Macon that Christmas.
These days he's 6 feet tall,.......about 260 and bald (and good-looking and available, and 'looking' with a steady job.........doesn't smoke or drink,......any takers ? I don't care about grandchildren at this point,....I just want him to quit belly-acheing that no-one ever thinks to introduce him to nice ladies........)

Anyway,...that's my Christmas story.
Wind.
Ps....some of you know,...Chuck eventually died in a traffic accident and I,....long tme later, re-married. I was 39. The new husband was 33. I told him, up front "Don't you DARE look at me, and theink 'Babies'........'cause Mister,....the only thing You're gonna 'have' is Kittens !!!!!!"
We now have 9 cats,....because his kittens kept growing up and he'd get an itch to have another tiny sweet fur ball to spoil and cuddle.

 
 


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