I must be getting old!
Posted Oct 27 at 11:27 PM
I had an absolutely crappy weekend for the second week in a row! The weekend lords are hating on me right now. Bastards! Either that or I think I'm getting old and cranky!
Firstly I've had enough of mind games and bullshit. My tolerance levels have dropped considerably and if you want to play games or be the star of your own soap opera, then I don't have time for you anymore! I have enough dramas in my own life without playing a supporting role in yours.
I'm also thinking, after Saturday night, that I'm over the whole club/chaos thing. It got a bit messy that night. But a friend of a friend, I'll call her Amanda, because, well, that's her name, got herself in a whole world of pain.
You know how you have your core group of friends, then the ones I refer to as the "fringe dwellers", you hang out occasionally, but only in large groups of people, and then the fringe dwellers have their own sub-group of friends? Well, Amanda is in that group.
She's a bad, bad, druggie. Snorts, pops, and sometimes injects. A space cadet of the highest order. She makes me uncomfortable because I'm never sure what particular type of mood altering substance she's on or when she'll grow a second head and start speaking in tongues. So I avoid her if I can. Saturday night, somehow, I ended up babysitting this mess of humanity. I don't know quite how it happened, but suddenly I was her new best friend. She latched onto me like crabs on a hooker.
She was speeding off her head that night and by the time we hit the Shark's bar, the fringe dwellers had ditched her. Yay. Wonderful.
Highlights included her falling off every barstool, chair, lounge and even sliding down a wall, flashing her twat repeatedly to the amused onlookers. I swear she could NOT keep her freakin legs together. Annie and I had to sit either side of her to keep her knees together and keep her upright.
Rescuing her from predatory males who kept trying to lure her away with promises of drugs, booze and orgies.
Apologizing to every person she insulted, fell over, or spilt a drink on.
And the BEST bit. Having to crawl under a toilet stall door to unlock it for her. She completely lost the plot in the bathroom, scratching, kicking and bashing the door in a flat panic. We told HER to crawl underneath but she was too hysterical.
Yes we tried to get her to go home, we tried to put her in a taxi, but the cab driver was having none of it. So we had to get in with her and physically take her home.
She still lives with her parents ( it's an expensive drug habit she has) and instead of them being grateful to us for bringing her home alive, they didn't even thank us before slamming the door in our face! NICE!
Next weekend I think I'll stay home and knit or something. Soooo over it.
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Dematty- I hope so. For her own sake.
Dave - I know right.. think she's enjoyin' the limelight
Jon - I'm overdue for a good time! It's gotta be around the corner.
Ali - LOL. Can you picture it?? LMAO.. I can totally picture it.. I'll invite you over.. we can have a knitting party =)