If you’re a regular reader, you know that I am still recovering from the shock of the karaoke night from hell. I thought time would mellow me out on this one, but not so much. The more time that passes, the more pissed off and shaken by it I find myself. Lucky me.

But I have good news! Good news indeed.

First, I scraped together the courage to say what I needed to say to my friend; namely, that I love her dearly, and I am worried about her. That I will never participate in such an evening again. That I fear a night like that may indicate there’s more going on than she has shared, and I am here for whatever she needs. That she scared me. That I don’t want to judge, or lecture, but I needed her to know how unsettled I felt.

I spent the weekend debating speaking my mind. I’m glad I did. And I’m glad she accepted it as gracefully as she did. And now I wait and see.

But the better news is this: you know how often you go through something sucky, and the only thing that really cheers you up is the knowledge that it could’ve been worse, or–better yet–that someone else had it worse? I’m sorry for being happy about this; I really, truly am. But I can’t help it.

Both of the other drunks threw up in the nice lesbians’ car on the way home. If anyone who did not in fact used to live in my body ever vomits in my car, I will not be held accountable for my actions. Now I know it could’ve been much worse, and I feel better!