A Matter of Principle

I'm home on Saturday night. But not by my doing. And I'm pissed about it, so I'm here to vent.

Back in July, I made a conscious decision to give the Tampa nightlife a rest for a minute. I told my friends - coworkers/party animals - that I've never been one to go out EVERY weekend and I needed to slow down. I haven't gone clubbing or bar-hopping with them since. In the meantime, they've all grown extremely closer and have formed this "Charlie and the Angels" clique. I mean, it's fine that I'm not an "angel". I'd probably be known as "Conservative Angel" anyway.

But I digress. The "gangleader" of sorts/aka Event Planner recently had a birthday. She went out of town for her actual birthday, so told me several weeks ago that tonight we'd be going out to celebrate. She said that she is finally growing tired of clubbing, and wanted to initially go to the Clearwater Jazz Festival. I was like "chia, that's more like it!". That changed to a jazz lounge shortly thereafter, which was cool too. Then, earlier this week, it changed yet again to dinner in Ybor City and plans to-be-determined. (The Rays game is tonight, so they wanted to go somewhere to watch it). I pouted a little, but I said I'd be willing to hang no matter what. My weekend was nicely planned.

So, earlier today I got a text from "Gangleader" stating that she hadn't heard from her current love interest, was in a funk, and was therefore cancelling dinner. Cancelling a bday celebration over a ni99a? Really? Okay. I replied and told her that I hoped she felt better soon. And I decided to make it a Blockbuster night instead of finding an alternate plan. The first meeting of my new book club was at 7pm, but since I hadn't even PURCHASED the book, I held to my previous RSVP of "no, sorry I can't make it, prior commitment". So I've been home watching a million movies and going heads up with this puppy -- who is pooping out her food every hour, on the hour. I was so frustrated that I brought out my glass and this berry mojito mix I had in the fridge. Yes, my dog drove me to alcohol. So, I was gulping that and starting to feel good, when by happenstance I checked MySpace. And, Gangleader's MySpace status had been changed to:

"I am going to Ybor tonight to hang out with the fam for my birthday!"

I immediately texted this broad and said "saw your myspace status. I thought everything was cancelled. Y'all went out anyway"?

Her: "Ya we at karaoke I needed to be out"

Me: "U must've forgot to tell me. I was planning to kick it with yall tonight"

Her: "Come through it was a last min thing my bad I was in a funk"

(at this point I'm fuming, because clearly her funk didn't prevent her from calling/texting the remainder of the "crew" to tell them PARTY ON!)

Me: "I'm good. It's too late, I'm settled. Have fun" (that's so my personality -- passive-aggressive like a mug)

Her: "my bad we'll do it again soon"

(mind you she said that last time they went to karaoke and they didn't call me)

I'm so done. Although I'm bored stiff and NEEDED a few hours away from this puppy, I'll be dammmmmmed if I get up, shower and dress at 11pm because I was a friggin' AFTERTHOUGHT. Nigga please! If you WANTED me there, you would've included me in the text flurry you initiated once you decided to go out. Don't invite me out once I call you on your glaring omission. And don't think for a minute that I'm going to drop everything and come out the next time you are gracious enough to extend me an invitation. WTFever dude.

Whooosahhhhh.

Time for another glass of the berry yumminess.