Thursday, January 1, 2009

New Year's Eve "Friends"

First of all...HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This is my angry blog.  I'm going to write a separate blog in a bit about 2009 resolutions.  

Last night was New Year's Eve and I had plans to meet up with a bunch of friends and I was lucky enough to convince my boyfriend, Michael, to come along.  I didn't get off work until 10:30 so I made sure to get ready completely so I could walk out the door and go out.  Well, 3 of my friends told us to meet them over at one of their houses before hand.  We get there and not everyone is ready yet and once they do get ready...everyone decides it will be a good idea to pile into my car.  I have a small car that holds at the most 5 skinny people.  There were six of us.  I get nervous with that many people especially on New Year's Eve when extra cops are going to be patrolling.  My friends assure me that they'll get a cab home, I'll just be taking them to the casino.  

To finish this story quickly...we go to one casino, stay there for the countdown, then leave...everyone piles into my car, and we go to another casino.  At this point Michael and I start boogieing down and having a great time.  We wander off to another part of the casino and gamble for a little bit.  We are there for about 30 minutes.  One of my friends calls me and I tell her where we are.  Michael and I walk back over to where they are and everyone is gone.  I call each of my friends that came with me...the same one who called me earlier answers the phone after two other "friends" ignore me and tells me they left and went to Waffle House.  

Michael and I go to Waffle House to make sure everything is okay and that everyone has a ride home and to my surprise one of my friends is angry at me because Michael and I didn't give her a play by play of where we were going, even though last time I checked, I am an adult and don't have to do that.  She goes on and on about how rude it was of us to not let anyone know where we were.  

I can't deal with that drama and I can't deal with those type of people.  I'm 24 years old.  I am in love with a man I am certain I will spend the rest of my life with.  Excuse me for wanting to take a breather with just him for a few minutes.  

Anywho...it really hurt me and only one of my friends thanked me for taking their butts all over town last night.  

Okay...I'm done with that...


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