Fuckin' Sweet

So obviously Friday happened. I drank, as planned, and go drunk as usual. The crazy part was that while I was plenty drunk and having a frigin’ blast with my buddies, one of my best buds decided to have too much fun. So much so that the bouncer came up to me and firmly stated that my friend had to ‘go’, as in ‘go’ away; outside, out of their fine bar/club establishment. There went my fun, long gone. How stoked was I at this point? NOT. I was pissed. Even more so that out of all the people there with us (including his ‘love interest/room mate’) no one budged to help. So there I was drunk (not nearly as drunk as he was) guiding a stumbling drunk outside to the street. Fuckin’ Lame. Pardon my French, I am not one for swearing but this was ridiculous. This guy is going on 24 years old and still acting like he is twelve. He used to do this shit all the time (years ago) and I guess he is still doing it. The bouncers were about to kick his ass for being a dumb ass, but I was about to do it for them. Needless to say sometime this weekend when I have calmed down I am going to have a talk with my buddy and make it clear that he needs to get his act together. I nor any of my other friends are perfect, but none of us need to be babysat on a regular basis because we just become raging, whining, helpless, needy drunks ALL THE TIME. I’m over it, my friend is a really good guy, but him and alcohol (large amounts) don’t mix, and until he can figure this out he’s on his own. The last straw has been pulled. I work too much to have the few nights I can cruise be screwed over by this kind of bullshit…..Ok that is my one rage for the week, hopefully more.