Why is it that stupid shit is continuously happening to and around me? Is it too much to ask to have ONE fucking day where shit just…goes right?
Tuesday, I went out with my crazy friend who always seems to find trouble, we will call her…Jane…and we…found trouble. She met some cute Scottish boys (sailors) and invited them to come and sit with us at our favorite bar…which was fine, because I like meeting people and it is always fun when there are sailors from other countries in town because they are all enthusiastic about everything. She had picked me up and proclaimed that I was to be “her bitch” for the evening because I was broke and she was paying for my shit…karma, she said, for all the times that I did it for her.
Seeing as she was getting shitty drunk and I was just sitting there, not wanting to spend her money and knowing that I had to be to work in the morning, I just decided that my other sober friend would bring me home. Before you know it, the Scottish sailors are buying us shots. I contained myself and did one, to her 4. I had only had about 3 beers at this point and we had been there for hours, so I had a good buzz, but I wasn’t smashed…but she was well on her way…she had been drinking whiskey and sprite all night and now was doing Jagermeister shots…
When “last call” finally came, the sober friend and the drunk friend started arguing about who was going to drive me home. Jane was persistent…and I argued with her for about 20 minutes that she didn’t need to drive anywhere, but I knew she wouldn’t listen…I also knew, even with the much smaller buzz that I had, I wasn’t driving either. She won the sober friend over…he let her take me home. And she then agreed to drive two of the rapidly multiplying Scottish guys to their hotel…and BAM…two blocks from the bar, she rolls through a stop sign and gets pulled over…DUI time. An hour later, I am still in the parking lot with one of the guys, the other one has disappeared and a cop rolls around the corner and up to us, telling us she has been arrested.
Now this may be stupid…but I actually feel guilty about this. I feel guilty about all of it…I know that I was in no condition to drive, so I couldn’t have offered my services in that department, but I feel like I was a bad friend somehow. I don’t know what I could have done, but something tells me that I won’t likely hear the end of this. I don’t know why…and I am petrified to call her…but I know that I should…it would be better than pretending it never happened…but I have this feeling she is mad at me…although, I can’t imagine what justification she could have…who knows…I am an idiot…and I didn’t do anything wrong!In other news…we are going to drown here in Florida…DROWN.