- January 23rd, 2010
So, I've had a somewhat frustrating evening, to cap off a frustrating week.
Tonight, I was going to meet up with some friends for our mutual friend R's birthday. It was going to be a surprise thing, with dinner, and then some sort of going out after. The dinner was supposed to start at 7. My friend D and I went together, and we got there around 720 (we got lost along the way). We were the first ones there. 730 came and went, then 745, then 8. Around 8, R showed up, with her roommate. We were still the only ones there.
D texted the 3 others who were supposed to come to the dinner, to ask if they were on their way. "We haven't left yet," was the response. Two of them didn't show up until 830, the third didn't come till 9 - two hours later than we were supposed to meet, and one hour after the birthday girl showed up!
I am one of those people who are really anal about being punctual. 15 minutes here and there, fine. No big. But an hour and a half? Two hours?? That's not really acceptable, IMO. And the thing is, they do that all the time! For everything! Any social event, you can guarantee that they're going to be two hours late. Which really bugs me, and is one of the reasons I don't really hang out with them all that much.
If that weren't irritating enough, after dinner we decided to go to a bar. Well, let me rephrase that - we decided to go to a bar, but since it was only 1030, we would first go to another bar for an hour, and then go to the more trendy place down the street. Which, honestly, didn't make too much sense to me, but 3 glasses of wine into the evening, I wasn't really able to ask why.
So, off we went to find Bar #1. Two cars - the Leaving Early car and the Staying Late care. We drove and drove and drove, and then made a U-turn because we got lost, and then turned off on this deserted street, and then off onto this street with what looked like abandoned warehouse buildings, where the others parked their car. At this point, we (D and I, as well as R's roommate M who rode over with us) were wondering where exactly we were going. "Oh, just around the corner," the others told us.
We walked down the back-lot street, which was littered with beer bottles and trees with dead branches and a barking dog and let me tell you, it looked (and sounded) like a scene from a horror movie. We rounded the corner, walked up to the main street, and there was a bar. We were headed in, when one of the others (I don't remember who) said, "Hey, this isn't the bar we wanted to go to!" She asked the bouncer where that place was, and he said, "Oh, a few blocks down the street."
So the four of them (K, A, R, and P) started walking towards the bar. Which we still don't know the exact location of (outside of - shady part of Houston). Late at night. In a group of only girls. I felt like it was a potentially bad idea, so I decided to say something, and basically made it very clear that I didn't feel comfortable walking to a place if we didn't know where it was in that part of town. And K said, "Come on. Just grow some balls and let's go." Which - OK, so most likely things would have been fine, but A) we didn't know where the hell we were going, and B) we would be splitting up into small groups when we were leaving, which made things even less safe. Given that, I don't think it was out of line for me to be uncomfortable. And my fellow Leaving Early buddies (D and M), both agreed that they weren't really OK with wandering around that part of town at night. D, M, and I ended up leaving at that point, while the others went on for the rest of the clubbing plans.
I don't know. It just really irks me that K was getting on my case about the whole thing, as if I was being irrational about the whole thing. And I know that it would most likely be OK, but you know, what if something did happen? All it takes is one time, and you could potentially have the rest of your life ruined. And the whole situation was a setup for something bad to happen. There would only have been 3 of us walking back down a mostly deserted street at night in a not very safe part of town in high heels.
Whatever. I was hoping that venting would get that out of my system, but I still feel really irritated at K for what she said.