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How could I have any more fun

You know what fun is? Fun is being with your friend when he finds out his wife, who he suspects has been cheating on him, has just left a bar with the supposed guy she has been cheating with. The drama that ensued almost landed him in jail. I went along to make sure that's where he didn't end up.

This all started out with Rob and I taking his kids to WalMart in Beardstown and then going to get some Chinese food. On the way back, we decided we'd ask his Mom to watch the kids while he and I went uptown to have a couple beers at one of the 3 bars in Rushville. We had only been at Chaser's long enough to start drinking the first beer when Rob got a cell phone call. Rob never told me who as on the other end of the line, but he got extremely pissed while he was talking.

When the call was finished, He asked if I wanted to go to look for Gwen with him. It wasn't until we got in his truck that he told me what was up. He had just heard Gwen had left Rick and Rich's Tap with the guy Rob suspected her of sleeping with. A quick trip back to his house showed her truck parked in front. Just an hour before, we'd seen it parked in back of the Tap. So Rob charged into the house, hoping to catch them together. Turns out no one was home. So then rob figured they must be in the guy's vehicle so he called his informant back to find out what the other guy drove and where he lived. Upon finding out he drove a white Chevvy Avalance, we sped on through the darkness to the tiny village of Pleasant View. Once there, we located the house. All the lights were off. The hood of the Avalanche was still warm. I stayed in the truck while Rob started beating on the front door loud enough to wake the dead. No one came to the door. Finally Rob got in the truck and sped down the street. As we were going around the corner, we both looked back and saw a light on in the back of the house.

So Rob went back and started beating on the door again. This time some lights in adjacent houses went on, though no one came outside. Finally he gets back in the truck, pretty pissed off by now and calls his informant back. He finds out the bar in Beardstown where they supposedly hang out when Rob is not in town. Now Beardstown is not the place you want to be involved in a bar fight. I was about 14 years ago and can say this from experience. My head was narrowly missed by a thrown billiard ball that time.

Beardstown is a rough little river town with as many bars as churches. Someone is always getting hurt in the bars in Beardstown on a weekend. In recent hears, quite a few Hispanic workers have moved in and there is tension between them and the Anglos. So I was a little apprehensive about probable violence in a bar down there. But when you are helping out a friend, you have to be prepared for anything sometimes.

We get down the bluff and go through Frederick and hit the road along the river bottoms leading to the Illinois River Bridge and Beardstown on the opposite side. Rob was travelling at a little over 60 mph when we were passed by a state cop. We pull over on a driveway and kill the engine. The cop comes up and asks Rob how much (not if) he's had to drink tonight. Rob answers truthfully that he's just had one. He asks me the same question while shining his big-ass cop flashlight® around the interior to check for anything else of interest. Finding nothing, he asks for Rob's license and insurance card. He checks these out and asks Rob if he still lives at the addy listed on the license and Rob says "Not really because my wife and I are separated and she threw me out and I'm living in a camping trailer in my Mom's back yard." (sad huh?)

Then the cop says he clocked us at 64 mph and asks where we where going in such a hurry. Sorry but 64 mph is not a hurry. Rob tells him we were just headed from Rushville to Beardstown, of course leaving out the whole beating down a door part. Then the cop tells Rob to get out of the vehicle and get in his patrol car. I figure a breathalyzer test is imminent so I settle back and close my eyes. I had to pee pretty badly but didn't think it would be a good idea to get out at a traffic stop and do so.

Back in the car, the cop starts asking Rob all sorts of questions that pretty much point to the fact that someone called the cops on us for trying to beat down the door. Finally Rob just tells the cop what is going on and says the only thing he wants to do is see it for himself so he'll know the truth. The cop agrees that if he were in Rob's shoes, he'd want to know as well. He writes Rob a warning ticket for 64 in a 55 and lets him out. He comes up and tells both of us to stay out of jail and not cause any trouble. We both agree and we go our separate ways. I'm pretty sure the cop called the local police in Beardstown or the bar or both because there were cops waiting across the street when we went into the bar and the sparse bar crowd all eyed us very suspiciously when we went in. No Gwen and said boyfriend about anywhere. So Rob calms down a bit and we order a beer. But he was antsy so we just drank one and left. Fine with me because I was nervous about it anyway.

We drive back to Pleasant View and beat on the door some more. Still nothing. Then back to Rushville to search the bars there. Nothing at the first two and Rob gets a call from Cindy, the bartender at Chaser's. Somehow she had heard what was going on and wanted to try and talk Rob down. They talked for half an hour and then we went to the last bar. We had just ordered out third beer in 4 hours when Rob's cell rings and it's Gwen. She claims that she did not leave the bar with this guy. He left first and she left 20 minutes later. She knows who Rob's informant is because that person would have been the only person beside the bartender who knows Gwen and Rob. And apparently, word is that said informant wants Rob for herself, thus the reason for stirring the pot. Said informant apparently does not know that Rob only considers her a friend but would be nauseated at the thought of sleeping with her boney little ass.

Gwen's story is that she left the bar and went to the house, found she had no beer at home and walked up to her store a few blocks away where she did have beer. This is why we could not find her anywhere in town. As for the guy in Pleasant View, he apparently drove home drunk. Got inside the house and passed out on the couch and was totally oblivious to all the pounding on the door. Gwen and Rob continued to talk for the next hour. I had another beer and Rob took me back to my own truck. I considered going back to Chasers for last call but since the whole bar probably knew what was going on by now, I didn't want to answer a lot of questions. So I just drug my butt on home and went to sleep so I could wake up at 0 Dark Thirty and go fishing with Rob and the kids. But that is a different story.

Peace,

Wander

Comments

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ryl
Oct. 10th, 2007 01:13 am (UTC)
Have some drama.

Good god, and I thought the stuff going down here was bad. There's a state line in between the halves of my current sideline drama.
wander
Oct. 10th, 2007 02:33 am (UTC)
The sad thing was I was bored enough to go along with him even after I knew what the plan was. Someone had to keep him from killing someone though. I hate bastards who try to instigate stuff when they know people are having problems

W
ryl
Oct. 10th, 2007 11:44 am (UTC)
At least you're a reliably sane person. He had the good sense to be with you when he went off half-cocked like that.
wander
Oct. 10th, 2007 02:42 pm (UTC)
I think I may be the only true friend he has not alienated over the last year or so. So I may have been the only choice. Also we were already together for the night basically. But seeing his other choices at the bars, I'm glad it was me. Someone else might have been just as gung ho as he was.

W
beautyofgrey
Oct. 10th, 2007 02:25 am (UTC)
Yay! Nothing like driving around to bust yer partner cheating! It really gets the adrenaline flowing!



wander
Oct. 10th, 2007 02:34 am (UTC)
I never had to drive around. My ex wife was nice enough to do it in our own bed. Rather considerate of her I thought.

W
beautyofgrey
Oct. 10th, 2007 03:49 am (UTC)
That it was!

As a side note, I really like your icon.
wander
Oct. 10th, 2007 04:24 am (UTC)
Thanks. It's from a photo shoot I recently posted on the rural_ruin community.

W
redsgoddes
Oct. 10th, 2007 11:17 am (UTC)
Save you some time did she?

LOL I'm still stuck on..*she shot you*...

I live a sheltered life.
wander
Oct. 10th, 2007 02:37 pm (UTC)
Well I lived through it. I figured no harm done. Besides, she shot me long before we were having real problems.

W
sextanika
Oct. 10th, 2007 01:07 pm (UTC)
Wow! Talk about drama central! Sounds exciting though with a touch of the dissapointing end! lol
Call me tonight!
wander
Oct. 10th, 2007 02:40 pm (UTC)
Do I have your phone number? I'll look in the email you sent me. If nothing else I'll catch you online. My weekends seem to be like that recently. I'm watching both of them run headlong down a road I went down 15 years ago and after talking to Gwen at length on Sunday night, I'm thinking now divorce might just be the best option.

W
chimerae
Oct. 11th, 2007 09:59 am (UTC)
Oh my.
wander
Oct. 11th, 2007 02:41 pm (UTC)
You see what happens when I'm not hanging out with the metaphysical crowd? What were you doing up so early dear?

W
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