Frienemies...

Last night was Jac's 22nd birthday. The plan was to meet up at Barfly's after 9pm and celebrate. I was going to meet one friend to go up there with them when they got off work. They forgot me. It took me another hour waiting for a cab to finally get there. While waiting for the cab, I got phone call after phone call from the group wondering where I was. When I did arrive, everyone was planning on leaving as they were ready for the next bar.. I go to the restroom and come out and I was forgotten again! (They remembered me halfway down the road and came back)

Before I go in the car, being forgotten twice already and still have not had a beer or even a water yet, I was going to call it a night. "Seriously, I don't want to be forgotten downtown, I am going to call it a night", I told them. Jac, in her eloquent manner, told me to shut the $#@* up and get in the car, as it was her birthday. So I did.

We park and head out to the bars. I finally get a Lonestar! I put the ice cold bottle to my lips and realize as I take a sip that its warm and skunked. I laugh to myself. "Tuaca please.." I take the shot and relax a moment.

We bar hop. Someone forgot their ID. They try to sneak them in. They fail. We move on. It's after midnight and we are all wearing knit yellow hats (I have no idea why), taking pictures, shots, and laughing. This would be the turning point.

We head back out to the bar we started at. The group is bouncing around from person to person, having shots, taking pictures! But one by one, the night takes its toll. You can see it in their eyes. A slight glazing over, a little stagger, a slumped position in a chair.

The bars close. It takes a few minutes to gather the troops. Five of us rode together. None of them can drive. We lose most of the group and the birthday girl. (She left with other friends to party the night away as everyone else was too far gone to continue) Then it begins..

I can drive one of the drunken girls says. Nope. I will then another replies. Nope. "The hell I'm not!" was the response. "I have been more drunk than this and drove home", she says. How reassuring.

The group argues. They split up. They rejoin. They argue. This goes on for 40 minutes. Finally one of them calls an ex for a booty call and the perfect solution has been found. What has been the saving grace is that they didn't remember where the car was. I told them I would tell them only after they released the keys to the ex (who would drive them home in his car) and I would tell them it's location when they were on their way home. I put them in the car and they drive off.

Where did everyone else go? Dammit! I was forgotten downtown! AGAIN!!!

(I called one of the group that had a safe ride home and they came and picked me up. I am not going out till New Year's. I am not going to tempt fate again!)