DES!

Last night I ventured to St. A with a group of friends that live in Jax.

Bit-o-background. These friends are people I have known since I was 7 OR in middle school. They have all been very close with each other for years, including one pair of sisters, and I was left out of that group when I moved away bc of the divorce. They went to college together and all they like to do for fun is get drunk and crazy.

We went on a ghost pub tour. Fun, I know, but also I KNOW all of the stories. So I was a bit chatty with other people in the bars and tended to stay behind….I ended up looking for them at Meehan’s at the end of the night, said they were there, went up and down the stairs, twice. I didn’t find them but I did trip on the damn sidewalk in my damn heels to make me look like a douche AND scrape my knee and ankle (how does the ankle get involved?)

All in all, I was so annoyed, I went back to the van (they rented one to take the gang) and sat on the ground waiting for them. I slept the whole way home and drove home pissed.

I do not want this to be my life anymore, why did I even try to hang out with them. It’s almost worth it to not have friends in this town yet because the ones I know are not on my page. I’m giving up on being close to people that I knew when I was 7, it’s been a long 20 years and we have little to nothing in common.