There is one thing I’m not. I’m not a doormat… pertaining to anything and everything. I have my opinions, I have my wants, needs and loves. Just like I have my dislikes and hates. I’m not one to sway one way or another because of someone else’s opinion/guilt trip/want. That’s just the way I am. As far as I’m concerned… either get used to it or take a walk… down Waukegan Pier… past the light house.
The current situation. Was invited to go bar-hopping on St. Patty’s day. A couple of years ago? (You know, when I was 21 and had money to blow) Sure. Now? Not so much. My friend wants to take a train with a bunch of other people and hit every bar from Des Plaines here (45 minute train ride). Then back. Then crash at another friends house. I don’t want to go. Why?
Lack of money: I’d have to get an all night sitter, have money for drinks, train ticket, and cab if need be (because come one now… nothing is more difficult than herding a crowd of drunk people on a train).
Sleeping at a strangers house: I’m not fond of it. I can’t sleep in an unfamiliar place and don’t particularly want to sleep at someone I’ve never met’s house. I tend to feel like hell in the morning (Crohns) and would like to be in the privacy of my own house. That leads us to…
The Baiid Device: I will not drive my car even after one beer. I made the mistake once and got in a decent amount of trouble… for blowing the following morning after drinking. I don’t even risk it… if I drank the night before, my car is out of commission until the next evening. Simple as that. If I get a violation, that baiid device is in my car for another 3 months or removed. Sorry, no amount of fun will make me go out…. sure I can be the DD, but a car load of drunk people? Nah. I’m good.
Last but not least? Bar-hopping: You know, it’s fun if it’s local. Or in Chicago. No worries about a train or what not… even more so if you have a cab home. Even then, maybe 2 bars. I’m not huge on going in a bar for 45 minutes… having a drink… having a bit of fun and then bam… back on the train/cab/car to the next one. What can I say… I just don’t enjoy it. Never really have. I’d rather just go to my local bar or a pub to shoot some pool.
At first I felt a bit bad. My friend pulled a guilt trip about how they never suggest anything to do.. how I haven’t met any of their friends… blah blah. You know, I always thought that if someone was a good friend, cared about you even, they would respect your decisions. If they don’t agree, maybe trying to argue a bit… but a guilt trip? About something I can’t afford/risk/don’t want to do? That kind of hurts. It bugs me a bit to be honest.
But whatever. If I go out for St. Pat’s, I’ll go local. With people I know. For a handful of hours. Then sleep in my own bed. Thanks but no thanks.