Enough already!

I am the only one who doesn’t give a flying rat’s ass about Lindsay Lohan and am sick to death of hearing about her? She shows up on my TV every damn day no matter what channel I have on it seems, even CNN.

I don’t think she’s been on PBS yet, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time.

I just don’t understand it at all. It isn’t as if she’s the biggest star in Hollywood. In fact she hasn’t done anything of note in some time.

Unless I’m really confused I perceive her situation as this:  She’s a 24 yr. old who hasn’t been able to control her drinking or drug use for years and has been in and out of rehab many times. I’m not saying that she’s a bad person because of this. Your 20′s can be a really turbulent time fraught with bad decisions. I know. I made my share when I was that age.

So she’s gets yet another DUI. She’s given yet another lenient sentence then basically tells the judge “Fuck You” by not complying with her court ordered probation, instead jetting off to Cannes when she doesn’t even have a movie showing there.

Am I wrong? I don’t think so.

Her sentence was a joke. She’ll serve 3 weeks- maybe, all the time in a private cell, where she can sleep, read, write her memoirs or basically do what she wants 22 hours at day.

I think she should be in the general population, where she might actually learn something from other women who perhaps started off just like her, minus the stardom. She should talk to some real women who have to live with the fact that their drinking not only caused the death of another, but cost them their own freedom in the process, and not just for 3 weeks.

How will she ever learn if she’s continually treated like a pampered princess? Growing up is a lot harder for some people than others; and I imagine that growing up in a place where your every move is scrutinized and photographed much be more so.

I think that after her coming stint in rehab that she should try to disconnect from the whole Hollywood scene and should move somewhere far away from the glitz with a support team (not her posse) and spend a year just getting her shit together. I think she should buy a small farm or a ranch and really get her hands dirty reconnecting with the real world. A little sweat can be good for your soul.

She’s got the resources to pull it off without anyone ever knowing exactly where she was, if she really wanted to.

I wish her well, I do. But in the meantime, get out of my face, because I’m sick of yours!

About 10 years ago, my friends and I went to a bar in Galveston while out husbands set up our face painting booth. Mardi Gras was going to start the next day. The men had decided that they could do without our help or even our suggestions so we went on across the street. Typically the day we leave home to go set up is crazy busy. I usually don’t eat that day til we’re set up. Since I really don’t like the taste of booze I ordered a Long Island Iced Tea. It has vodka, gin, rum, tequila and triple sec in it. Strangely however, it doesn’t taste alcoholic. Anyway, I had one and felt great. Then had one more, then one more. I really don’t recall what my friends were drinking or very much of what went on the rest of the night. I did wind up with a questionable tat though.

After a few hours at the bar we were lucky enough to make it back across the street to our spouses. (Thank God the street was closed already). I do remember hugging tightly a 55 gal. trash can as I deposited some of the liquor I had consumed into it.  I’m sure I looked like quite the lady. I remember holding my head out the car window and barfing on the way to the beach house.  I think I actually wet my pants at the same time. How Doug got me up those stairs I have no idea, but he did.

When I woke up the next morning I politely asked Doug to shoot me, which he declined. I thought about throwing myself down the stairs. However, I figured that with with my luck, I wouldn’t have died, but just gotten really screwed up instead. We had to go to the Walmart for some last minute supplies on the way to the booth. Upon entering the store I walked by McDonald’s and all the breakfast smells were spilling out into the store. I had to walk directly through them. It was nauseating. I tried a bite of crackers remembering that’s what I ate with morning sickness- no luck. I tried a piece of banana- no go. It felt like a steel drum group from Jamaica was playing in my head. I’m not asking for sympathy. I got what I deserved. Later, when Mensa heard about the incident they revoked my membership since I had lost so many brain cells.

By the time we got to the booth I had the shakes (tremors, not milk.) Not to mention all the bands had their speakers up to max volume. Helen Keller could’ve heard them. I sat there for 12 hours having to deal with obnoxious drunks; painting  whatever they put in front of me- faces, boobs, etc. (In my defense, I’ve never been called an obnoxious or mean drunk). After that night I didn’t touch a drop of booze for at least 5 years. I’m probably lucky I didn’t die from alcohol poisoning.  I did make 1 good choice that night though. I didn’t go to eat seafood with our friends. They told me that next day that they’d both blown scallops out their noses when they were “indisposed” at the beach house. At least I didn’t waste $20 on a good dinner.

Knowing what stupid things drunks can do I’m a fan of this new policy by the HPD. I know most people won’t be. (The whole “big brother” thing and all). I think though whatever can be done to help cut the death rate from drunk drivers should be done. Every holiday on TV you hear- “In a sad story tonight a family was killed when a drunk driver ran into their car”. It  seems too that usually the drunk driver lives through the wreck.  “It was  Mr. X’s third DUI offense”. I not saying don’t drink. Just don’t drive. Doug’s such a zealot he won’t drive even if he’s had just one beer.

Anyway, I’d heard about this clip awhile back and saw it on YouTube. Remember- friends don’t let friends drive La-Z-Boys drunk.