My ability to have a good time when I went out was always thrown down the tube because I was worried about another person who didn't seem to be able to take care of themselves.
Yet another attribute that has changed post-children.
Last night I went to a friend's bachelorette party. I didn't care about times or arrangements for things. I didn't care if we had enough seats for everyone. I didn't care about hurting this stupid bitch's feelings when she got so drunk she was grabbing people's boobs.
I found myself telling this girl (who by the way was not the bride) to sit down and shut the hell up. When she got into a fight in the bathroom, I didn't care. When she forgot to close out her tab, I didn't care.
Most notably, when we all returned back to the hotel this girl was begging someone to take her home (ie someone end their fun and shuttle this tramp 30 minutes away to her home). She refused to take a cab, her husband wouldn't answer the phone and she just wanted to lay down in the lobby and sulk in her drunk ass misery.
Yep, fine by me. I continued having a good time and didn't give a damn.
In the words of Bernie Mac, She was a grown-ass woman. Figure it out.
A few years ago, I would be babysitting this girl, getting her water, finding a way to get her in a cab and/or driving her home and missing out on my fun, all because she was an idiot.
Times have changed. Precious is the time I have to go out and have fun, I dare anyone to try and ruin it for me.
One of the other girls had her keys so she couldn't do anything that would put someone else in harms way, but we just left her drunk ass in the middle of a hotel lobby with the staff watching her.
Turns out they convinced her to get in a cab and go home. Good for them. I wonder what happened with her keys and how she's going to get her car today after she battles her horrific hangover? But in my new leaf, I really don't give a damn.
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