Friday Night Hell (long story)

My day started with me preparing for my night out with the girls (and plastics). I had to return some shoes I bought because when I got them home, I realized that they were defective. One shoe had toe cleavage and the other did not.


Which begs the question: toe cleavage, yes or no? I think not.


So I drove all the way back to the store (which took me 30 minutes each way) and got the last pair they had. Fortunately, they were good. :)


That evening, I curled my hair and got ready. I had bought new jewelry to wear and was almost excited about going. My brother had called me at one point and asked if I could maybe drive his wife to the place, since he was going to bring the guys and meet up with us later. I called them right before it was time to go but did not get an answer. Finally, my mom called me and said that my brother's friend Clint had been waiting at the house for 40 minutes to get my DB, but he finally told him to just go on his own. Something was up. *sigh*


My friends and I decided to just head to the restaurant because we knew there were reservations there, and did not want to stand up Cheryl's friends, even though we are not at all close with them. We were there at 8:30. By 9:30, we decided to go sit down and start without the "bachelorette". The guys were calling us periodically for updates on my brothers whereabouts. They were all pretty pissed because they'd been waiting for him since 6:30.


We finally received word that the new married couple would be coming straight to the place the girls were at, and that the boys should meet him there. Half the guys just left, completely disgusted by the fact that they'd been dissed by their friend. Their wives (my friends) were also pretty pissed about it.


Cheryl's friends readily acknowledged that this was the type of stunt that she regularly pulls. Her reason for being so late was something between being upset about her uncle's death (a few weeks ago) to 'not feeling well'. I am not sure why my brother didn't just leave her high-maintenance ass at home, but whatever.

Most the women were fine and were just carrying on without the guest of honor, but at one point, my friend Jenn decided to go off on ME about my brother's rudeness. A couple friends were asking her to please stop it, and that it was inappropriate. I was beyond pissed and sat there across from her, avoiding eye contact, and not saying anything for a while. Finally she said to me that we needed to go "have a talk" and to please go with her. I shot back at her saying, "if you want to tell me what an asshole my brother is again, that's ok, I heard you the first time". She was shocked by that, as I don't usually get that snarky, but then she excused herself and went to the bathroom and cried.

Oh! And one of the bride's "friends" completely bashed her to me saying how she will leave my brother within a year because she is mental and cannot commit. She had lots to say about her, and it was all bad. I finally asked her to stop and said I wanted to form my own opinion about her.

So far, the evening sucked ass!

When the guys and my brother and Cheryl arrived, things got worse. One of the guys was fighting with his wife Ashley who was seated next to me and basically the only person I was talking to. She looked like she was going to cry the rest of the time. At some point, dinner was over and it was time to get to the 'Club' part of the place. To my surprise, most my friends wanted to go in and dance. They all had partners and were in pretty good moods by then. I'm sure the drinking helped. Since I was *not* drinking, I was the token party pooper, I guess. *shrug*

I have to admit, I'd never been to a place like this before. You have to check the link and look at the pictures of the place. I spent the evening in the place titled "decadent outdoor lounging". It's the last pic in the slideshow, I think. Anyhow, I was completely out of my comfort zone and wanted to leave. I sat there people watching for a long time, just playing with my cell phone. I met two men, one who was "looking for his soul mate". I asked him if he thought he was going to meet her there. *snort* It was ridiculous. The other guy was named Carmel, like the city, not the candy. He was wearing a lavender fedora, I believe.

At any rate, by about 1am I met up with my group. I'll add a pic of us. I did not realize I had my camera until the very end, and felt like an idiot. I would have loved to get a group shot of everyone. I would have loved to show you the former model who is now only 39 but because of all the work she's had, looks somewhere between 35-50. Very strange. And every single woman that was friends with Cheryl had fake boobs, lol! Is it really that common now?

I found out later that my brother was kicked out because he was wearing tennis shoes. He protested because his were black and other people there were wearing white tennis shoes. How sad for him. *smirk*



Then his wife stumbled and stepped into broken glass, so they spent the rest of the night in the ER. I saw her injury the next night and almost laughed. It was a scratch on her toe. Didn't even need a band-aid!



So that was my wonderful night. I eventually made up with Jennifer. In this pic, it's (from left to right) Krissi, Alex, me and Justin.