Dramatic Weekend

But recap first:

Friday-I finally got my cap for my tooth...thank goodness that is over. I also baked a ton for my husband's family reunion on Saturday. Once my husband got home we went for ice cream and rented a movie called "Get Low" quite disappointed in the movie.

Saturday-We went to my husband's family reunion. Typical reunion...we had a good time. After the reunion we went to a friends pool party. There were tons of our friends there and we stayed for a long time. Here is the drama:


Just at dusk I am standing next to my husband talking to our friend Doug. Right in the middle of my sentence we all heard a VERY loud motorcycle Rev and then a way louder "pphhhssssh" sound. (If you didn't understand that sound, I mean a crash) We ran around to the front yard and two houses down from the house I was at I saw a layed down crotch rocket motorcycle with pieces all over the road...a set of headlights reversing.....and a boy on the road holding his leg moaning. Several of us ran up to him...I was one of them....I grabbed my phone to call 911 but I wanted to get close to him so that I could tell the operator the story the best I could. When several of us got up to him, he said his full name and date of birth (no one asked he just said that) he was holding his leg and rocking on his side. I did realize that he was at the party. So basically he got on his motorcycle and went two house lengths and crashed. As our group in a split second decided who was going to call 911 it was our friend 'J', some man came up behind us screaming and shoving us back (yes me too) he was so big and loud and I had to idea who he was (he did not tell us yet) Some of our guy friends automatically got super pissed off at this guy (you know zero to pissed in .004 seconds flat) and a cussing shouting match insued. He started screaming saying "I am going to have you all arrested!!" Over and over again very loudly. Now I can't speak to my other friends, but I was just worried about "J" getting through to 911 and getting all the info we can to give them. Then some other man squatted down on the victim (I do know him, but I don't want to say his name here) and the big guy aloud him without yelling at him. The guy who squatted yelled "Does anyone have a watch?" (Welcome to the age of cell phones where most people I know don't wear one, but I do!) (apparently the big guy must know the squatting guy since he aloud him there.) Well since the squatting man asked for a watch which I assumed he wanted to count a pulse to see if blood pressure was dropping for internal bleeding. I wanted to volunteer my watch. So I opened my mouth and took a step forward and wanted to say "You can use mine" But all I got out was "y". The big man screamed in my face and shoved me back. At this exact time my friends got more angry and two of my friends noticed that the gasoline was leaking very bad out of the bike. My friends all own motorcycles and were worried about an explosion so one friend said to the other...."Turn the ignition off so the electrical system doesn't make a spark" So one friend went to turn of the ignition and the big man left me and started to verbally attack and get up on the friends screaming "Your going to jail, your going to jail" After this rant the big guy finally said, "I am the fire commisioner" Well jerk....let us know this. We wanted to take care of our friends and you were just a yelling dude for a long time. So here our friend is on the ground and his motorcycle is leaking gasoline with the ignition on.

The fire commisioner...fc from now on......was way more interested in yelling at us and getting us to step back then letting us know who he was, attending to the victim, calling 911, or taking care of the gasoline/electrical stuff. None of us were going to touch him (possible neck injuring and all) and we were in the process of walking back. We were the ones to call 911 and we were the ones who thought about the gas. Not the f.c.!!!! What the heck.....the one squatting guy was attending to the victim and asked for a watch and I was the only one who had one.

So after this...we noticed the car that hit him and realized it was one of our good friends and his dad, c&m who just said bye to us in the back yard. I then found out that our friend 'J' was putting stuff in his trunk and c&m said, "Bye J" and then the motorcycle hit c's car right square in the front. Parts of the motorcycle hit J in the back of the head and shoulder and hand. The accident happened 4 feet from him and his wife.

Well after the cops got there 3 of them came over to the driveway we were at and started to yell at us and cussed at us several times using the 'f' word. None of us touched him, we called 911, and we turned the ignition off and we know him! He was at our party.

Our friend is fine. He lost his tooth and dislocated his knee.