my night out in hell
So I lost my mind and went out with my friend for a night on the town with her and two other single girls. When I decided to go I was in sweats, no make-up, hair pulled back (half curly half straight) and looking pretty much like I was going to bed. It took me all of 10 minutes to get ready. We go and pick up the other girls. The other girls who supposedly have a designated driver.
The other girls are pretty much lit-up when we get there. They are still getting ready and no designated driver. I decide to be the driver because I'm not much for drinking (on a Saturday night) and I have no money. Though, how long does it take to put on make-up and earrings. I'll tell you....1 fucking hour.
We have to go to a "fun" bar. We drive into town and go to some new fancy bar. It is packed. You can't even get near the actual bar. I want to leave right when we get in. But noooo this crazy bitch we were with is looking for a man. Any man. She flirts with anyone that looks at her. I realize at this point that she has "issues". I spend the next hour trying to look interested and not to get too banged up from people pushing around me.
Finally we leave. No one wants to go where I want to go ( later I realize that is where people our age hang out) We go into the area where all the 20+ somethings hang out. Oh yeah real fucking fun. We end up at an actually decent bar where I sit at the bar (by myself...thank God) and watch highlights of college football. Then the other girls (at the outside deck bar) find me. They are wasted (with the exception of my friend) and I immediately get embarassed by the crazy bitch. I tell her that her top is open and she lets me know..."shhhhh" She wants it that way. OMG get me out of here. Soon some guys are coming by and flirting. I tell my friend I'm going outside for some air and instead end up in her car listening to comedy radio. (which btw is hysterical) My friend and I text back and forth. I tell her to stay, b/c I'm having fun (by now the police have come to settle something at the bar next door so I have something to watch also). My friend comes out and rants about how this single life is going to suck. I explain she is with the wrong people, the wrong bars, blah, blah, blah. Soon the other two girls come out. It is 12:45. Last call is 1. I'm almost home free. My friend sees someone she knows and catches up to her. Then the crazy bitch is in the car with me. The other girl (drunk off her ass) is with my friend and other girl up the street.
The crazy bitch found a hook-up two blocks away. I need to drive her there NOW. I tell her it's not my car and wait for the others. She bitches why can't I drive her and then go pick them up. Now I'm getting mad. I debate about going "rouge" on her ass. I've got about 30lbs on her and some pretty decent arm muscles. She's white trash though and she could probably kick my ass. (i've never fought anyone and I'm sure she has some experience in it) She bitches and bitches, same shit over and over "where the fuck are they, why can't I drive her 2 blocks" I want to turn around and say "why don't you walk the fucking two blocks for God's sake!!" So now the other three girls get in. We've added another girl to our night. It's now 12:52. Everyone wants to make last call with the exception of the crazy bitch. I just want this nut out of the car. I say we are dropping her off first.
What a fucking nightmare dropping her off becomes. First we get on the street. I have to drive, no stop, no drive to that car, stop, drive to that car now, go backwards down the whole street. Just get the fuck out of the car I tell her. No I have to drive her to the fucking front door we just passed. She gets out in a huff. Then her friend jumps out while I'm driving away (car door open and all). Dear God. I'm about ready to explode. I do a "u-ee" in the road and finally coax the drunk girl back in the car. (YES WE ARE ALL IN OUR 40'S!!!!!!!)
After all that we don't make last call. Yea I think. No. We drive to some other total 20ish bar and the girls run in. I have the drunk girl who gets out of the car with a bottle of beer. The cops are right there. I throw the beer and escort her into the bar, because she can barely walk.
Get out the bouncers say, we are closing up. Whew. We all go back to the car and distress girl calls her boyfriend and the conversation somehow goes through the radio. "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, SHUT-UP,FUCK...." This is her boyfriend talking. I turn around and start lecturing distress girl (she's 27) and even though I know isn't computing I still do it.
We go back to the original bar and get in. Why are they letting us in? Seriously why? We stay there for another hour. I don't get home until 2:30 am.
Today I have a raging headace and I didn't even drink last night. So much for good karma.
The other girls are pretty much lit-up when we get there. They are still getting ready and no designated driver. I decide to be the driver because I'm not much for drinking (on a Saturday night) and I have no money. Though, how long does it take to put on make-up and earrings. I'll tell you....1 fucking hour.
We have to go to a "fun" bar. We drive into town and go to some new fancy bar. It is packed. You can't even get near the actual bar. I want to leave right when we get in. But noooo this crazy bitch we were with is looking for a man. Any man. She flirts with anyone that looks at her. I realize at this point that she has "issues". I spend the next hour trying to look interested and not to get too banged up from people pushing around me.
Finally we leave. No one wants to go where I want to go ( later I realize that is where people our age hang out) We go into the area where all the 20+ somethings hang out. Oh yeah real fucking fun. We end up at an actually decent bar where I sit at the bar (by myself...thank God) and watch highlights of college football. Then the other girls (at the outside deck bar) find me. They are wasted (with the exception of my friend) and I immediately get embarassed by the crazy bitch. I tell her that her top is open and she lets me know..."shhhhh" She wants it that way. OMG get me out of here. Soon some guys are coming by and flirting. I tell my friend I'm going outside for some air and instead end up in her car listening to comedy radio. (which btw is hysterical) My friend and I text back and forth. I tell her to stay, b/c I'm having fun (by now the police have come to settle something at the bar next door so I have something to watch also). My friend comes out and rants about how this single life is going to suck. I explain she is with the wrong people, the wrong bars, blah, blah, blah. Soon the other two girls come out. It is 12:45. Last call is 1. I'm almost home free. My friend sees someone she knows and catches up to her. Then the crazy bitch is in the car with me. The other girl (drunk off her ass) is with my friend and other girl up the street.
The crazy bitch found a hook-up two blocks away. I need to drive her there NOW. I tell her it's not my car and wait for the others. She bitches why can't I drive her and then go pick them up. Now I'm getting mad. I debate about going "rouge" on her ass. I've got about 30lbs on her and some pretty decent arm muscles. She's white trash though and she could probably kick my ass. (i've never fought anyone and I'm sure she has some experience in it) She bitches and bitches, same shit over and over "where the fuck are they, why can't I drive her 2 blocks" I want to turn around and say "why don't you walk the fucking two blocks for God's sake!!" So now the other three girls get in. We've added another girl to our night. It's now 12:52. Everyone wants to make last call with the exception of the crazy bitch. I just want this nut out of the car. I say we are dropping her off first.
What a fucking nightmare dropping her off becomes. First we get on the street. I have to drive, no stop, no drive to that car, stop, drive to that car now, go backwards down the whole street. Just get the fuck out of the car I tell her. No I have to drive her to the fucking front door we just passed. She gets out in a huff. Then her friend jumps out while I'm driving away (car door open and all). Dear God. I'm about ready to explode. I do a "u-ee" in the road and finally coax the drunk girl back in the car. (YES WE ARE ALL IN OUR 40'S!!!!!!!)
After all that we don't make last call. Yea I think. No. We drive to some other total 20ish bar and the girls run in. I have the drunk girl who gets out of the car with a bottle of beer. The cops are right there. I throw the beer and escort her into the bar, because she can barely walk.
Get out the bouncers say, we are closing up. Whew. We all go back to the car and distress girl calls her boyfriend and the conversation somehow goes through the radio. "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, SHUT-UP,FUCK...." This is her boyfriend talking. I turn around and start lecturing distress girl (she's 27) and even though I know isn't computing I still do it.
We go back to the original bar and get in. Why are they letting us in? Seriously why? We stay there for another hour. I don't get home until 2:30 am.
Today I have a raging headace and I didn't even drink last night. So much for good karma.
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