Who took the 'O' out of Country?

Picture this: Me in a home built stripper pole room lit only by black lights and a disco ball. I'm cowering in a corner, sitting on a pillow on the ground. A girl I used to date (non-stripper) is in a killer stripper outfit because, it's Christmas time and there's a brass pole in the vicinity. Another girl I used to date comes in the room and unleashes a misguided fury toward me, the other girl, and the homeowner (who later entered the room) so advanced in its venom that I was literally hiding behind my SOLO cup of Hefeweizen. She was eventually escorted out of the house

Here's a link to the non yelling "girl I used to date" blog on the situation. HERE

It was sort of pathetic, me sitting in the corner of a dark room, getting yelled at. It was an awful, awful moment. Lots of "fuck you." Lots of hurtful things said. It's an episode that I, on one hand, would like to forget. At the same time, I wish that the camcorder nearby was on because it would have been KICK ASS YOUTUBE FODDER! Anyone else with me? Holla!

Wow... it's a winter morning, but it's feeling a bit like a summer's eve.

After she left, I ended up on a couch, talking to my beer as though it was Jesus appearing in the form of foam in an attempt at cheap laughs from the remaining people at the party. The cup of beer and I had something in common: both of us ended up 'solo' that night.