Being at a comedy club in the middle of the night: not so funny...

So the ordeal I had mentioned in the previous post...

Was in attendance at a company sponsored event last Tuesday where we had an open bar and of course everyone got their drink on (except for me due to my condition, drinking is NOT as fun as it used to be). And well, one of my good friends I've known since college and works at the same company got a bit too faded for his own good. So another coworker and I asked him to give up his keys and I would drive him home and would crash at his place on his couch (I had packed clothes because we were to stay at the hotel our company's sales conference was occurring at).

Me thinking I'd be a really good friend and drive a drunken friend home, turned for the worse. The last chartered bus to take people back to the hotel finally pulled in. In some lurid decision said good friend got onto the bus. I tried to lure/coax him off the bus but to no avail so I got off thinking I'd get a sober answer from him over the phone so I could find his car and drive it to the hotel. Boy, was I wrong!!!

I make my way down the dark street and call the said good friend in an attempt to figure out where it is. I continue down the street with my work backpack with my laptop and my duffel full of clothes; I then realize he was sending me on a wild goose chase. He gives me the street details and I'm starting to get fed up because it wasn't adding up. I hang up in angst and call BFoR's sister for assistance. Thank God she picked up! *hugs* She directs me over the phone and we kinda get an idea where I'm at in relation to said good friend's car (*side note: I mapped it out the day after to find it was 6 blocks away from the comedy club, nearly 1 mile away in a not so good part of Hollywood/Los Angeles). I call him back definitely angry and cursing like a sailor. I finally had it with him and made my way back to the comedy club.

During my dissent, hell bent to make said good friend pay for his lack of inhibition, the door guard hailed a cab for me (thank God!) and lucky me I only had $10 in my wallet, but then realized I had a $5 I had saved to donate to a good cause (another story on that later); so with $15 in total, luckily, was enough to get me to the hotel. I arrive at the hotel and said good friend is outside on the curb awaiting my arrival. I get out of the cab and he chases after me into the hotel (I am annoyed beyond belief at this point and ignoring him like he had never existed). I proceed to check in and he tried to get the front desk to take his credit card to pay for the hotel room, but lucky for me I know the system (since his name wasn't on the reservation they can't take his card) and my other coworker had checked into the room already and had put down his card for the room charge and incidentals. I throw his keys onto the counter and I hastily make my way to the hotel elevators and he gives up his chase.

He apologized that night, but I had every right to continue to be mad. The next day, the last day of the sales conference, I'm outside in the foyer working on a RFP for an agency and he comes over to apologize again; I sat there holding myself back from crying in frustration and disappointment; as well as ignoring him like the dickens.

So in the end, I felt like a schmuck (even though I hadn't done anything wrong) and texted said good friend to apologize for my behavior and said can you blame me for being mad. He agreed that he deserved it. I asked him to dinner the next day after cause I've known this fool for 9 years now and I still remember what his ex-girlfriend had said to me a long time ago. "He doesn't just become friends with anyone, you're one of the lucky few." Or something to that effect; but I highly respect him and look up to him somewhat, especially when I used to play taiko (see here). But now we're back on good terms. I am definitely too nice...

One thing some people barely understand about me, is that I am a fierce friend; I will back you up whether you are right or wrong, regardless. If I call you my friend expect nothing but the best treatment; I will definitely drop things and put you ahead of myself, without thinking twice about it. My friendships mean alot to me and there's definitely people I've told that I would die for them no doubt. My friendship is blind, loving and non-judgemental. But cross me; I am as fierce, if not worse, at being pissed off and being evil. And it's hard to cross me...

Okay, honestly I'm not as bad as I make it sound in this entry. There's a good handful of you out there that can attest that I'm the most easy going, friendliest, open, understanding person that you'd ever meet...but obviously, I have some expectations of my friends in return. I'm not asking for too much am I?!

fI

P.S. Gotta post next about my dreadful turned awesome weekend next...Highlight of the weekend was hanging out with an awesome blogger reader/friend who's here in So Cal visiting for the week. He (and his partner and family) is/are AWESOME!!! :D