It all started pretty good, a "Summerbreak" party-event thing at a cajun bar in town, a free beer if you show up dressed in beach attire, 2 for 1 bottles.
Me and my friends had a few beers and then a few other friends of my friend arrived, so we ordered a bottle of vodka for the lot of us. Obviously, given the 2x1, this meant we had 2 bottles.
It was all going smoothly, I was even successfully flirting with our waitress and she got us a few extra free beers even though some weren't in beach attire. And then my friends decided that 2 bottles meant you could drink straight up from one of them like it was goddamn water.
I was chatting up our cute waitress when the first call arrived. My friend's mother who's a completely overprotective obsessive sort of "where are you why haven't I heard from you in 2 hours!" sort of person with her son couldn't get a hold of my friend. I assured her he was ok and in the bathroom which is probably why he hadn't answered her.
15 minutes passed and the calls continued. Exasperated I went to the bathroom to look for my friend... no sign of him. Rest of the bar... nowhere to be seen. The girl he had been flirting with had no idea where he had gone. Starting to get a little worried cause the fracker had arrived in a brand new Mercedes to be seen by everyone I asked my other friend and his friends if he had seen him. The guy was smashed, completely drunk off his rocker.
Exasperated I walked outside and kept calling my missing friend's cell, to no answer. Then even his cousin who lives 200 km away who had my number cause we dated a while started texting me that his mother was worried as fuck. No answer from him, the bouncers hadn't seen him. His brand new Mercedes was still in the valet, which is what got me actually worried. He would never willingly leave without his brand new car.
I got back in the bar and my drunken friend decided to "go look for him" outside. His other friends, who had taken quite a bit of the 2 bottles, followed him. By this point I was frantically calling my friend with one hand and making my way around the whole noisy place with the other, looking for him. This is when I decided he could have left through the back door in a drunken stupor and went out that way myself looking for him. 2 Security thugs thinking I was trying to skip on the bill jumped at me and made me go back inside. Obviously now keeping an eye on me at all times.
Now I was alone in the bar. A 200 dollar bill left unpaid, my drunken friend and HIS friends had left the bar, and I was left alone. I had 50 dollars (I'm sort of converting currencies) on me (my budget for the whole week) and no way to pay for the rest of the bill. My first friend missing, worrying me all to hell, my second friend DRUNK AS FUCK not being able to tell me where the hell he even was when he did bother to answer his fucking phone.
I was left by the door, worried about what could have happened to my friend, not being able to pay the bill, my other friend not being ANY FUCKING USE AT ALL, the bar's security eyeing me suspiciously thinking I had tired to skip on the bill. Threats were made. They wanted to either call the police or kick the shit out of me, depending on what security guy was at that second nearby.
I was now worried both for my friend and for my fucking physical integrity at this point. About 2 hours of this later the bar began to close, people streaming out (some seeing me all in a mess, cellphone in hand at a corner near the exit, and yelling that "no girl is worth that trouble, man!") me running out of fucking battery from the incessant calling.
This is where I got lucky. The waitress I had flirted with vouched for me and got security to call the manager. Nice guy, told me I could leave an ID, all the money I had and my cellphone as guarantee and we could settle the account the next day. Being worried for my friend I didn't want to leave my cellphone behind, so I had to leave my watch.
I was finally allowed out. No way to go home, no money for a taxi. Then the oh so fucking awesome waitress caught up with me and lent me 10 bucks for a cab. (Seriously, this girl is both cute and awesome, I would have been in jail at this point without her, I owe her big time)
I get home. I decide to wake my dad and ask him what the hell to do about my missing friend. We both went down our contact lists calling people that might know where he is. I was exhausted, annoyed, tired, worried, pissed off and exhausted again. No sign of my friend... the other drunken friend would only speak gibberish when he bothered to answer, if even that.
And then my missing friend answered his phone.
He had been inside his car the whole time, in the bar's parking lot. Passed out. 167 (literally) missed calls on his cellphone, not knowing what the fuck had happened.
I contained myself enough to let him know his parents were worried, that he should call his mom ASAP. I hung up and the whole night's stress finally caught up to me and I doubled up in chest pain. An anxiety attack (I have had one before, with another chain of awful events preceding it). Unbearable pain, not being able to breath or stand. My dad got me through it, made it a point to let me know I was gonna see a doctor for this even though it was the last thing I wanted given his economic issues and the expensive medication/therapy.
So now I'm at my room, anxiety attack gone but with painful remnants, obviously not gonna be able to sleep all night, and typing all this knowing I'm gonna get flak about posting it anyway.
Sorry for the humongous post, I just had to vent and I couldn't do it on my regular blog cause I don't want my mom to know about the anxiety attack, and she reads my blog. Feel free to disregard, but thanks for reading if you had the patience to wade through all my shit.
I do love most of you guys, y'know?
Me and my friends had a few beers and then a few other friends of my friend arrived, so we ordered a bottle of vodka for the lot of us. Obviously, given the 2x1, this meant we had 2 bottles.
It was all going smoothly, I was even successfully flirting with our waitress and she got us a few extra free beers even though some weren't in beach attire. And then my friends decided that 2 bottles meant you could drink straight up from one of them like it was goddamn water.
I was chatting up our cute waitress when the first call arrived. My friend's mother who's a completely overprotective obsessive sort of "where are you why haven't I heard from you in 2 hours!" sort of person with her son couldn't get a hold of my friend. I assured her he was ok and in the bathroom which is probably why he hadn't answered her.
15 minutes passed and the calls continued. Exasperated I went to the bathroom to look for my friend... no sign of him. Rest of the bar... nowhere to be seen. The girl he had been flirting with had no idea where he had gone. Starting to get a little worried cause the fracker had arrived in a brand new Mercedes to be seen by everyone I asked my other friend and his friends if he had seen him. The guy was smashed, completely drunk off his rocker.
Exasperated I walked outside and kept calling my missing friend's cell, to no answer. Then even his cousin who lives 200 km away who had my number cause we dated a while started texting me that his mother was worried as fuck. No answer from him, the bouncers hadn't seen him. His brand new Mercedes was still in the valet, which is what got me actually worried. He would never willingly leave without his brand new car.
I got back in the bar and my drunken friend decided to "go look for him" outside. His other friends, who had taken quite a bit of the 2 bottles, followed him. By this point I was frantically calling my friend with one hand and making my way around the whole noisy place with the other, looking for him. This is when I decided he could have left through the back door in a drunken stupor and went out that way myself looking for him. 2 Security thugs thinking I was trying to skip on the bill jumped at me and made me go back inside. Obviously now keeping an eye on me at all times.
Now I was alone in the bar. A 200 dollar bill left unpaid, my drunken friend and HIS friends had left the bar, and I was left alone. I had 50 dollars (I'm sort of converting currencies) on me (my budget for the whole week) and no way to pay for the rest of the bill. My first friend missing, worrying me all to hell, my second friend DRUNK AS FUCK not being able to tell me where the hell he even was when he did bother to answer his fucking phone.
I was left by the door, worried about what could have happened to my friend, not being able to pay the bill, my other friend not being ANY FUCKING USE AT ALL, the bar's security eyeing me suspiciously thinking I had tired to skip on the bill. Threats were made. They wanted to either call the police or kick the shit out of me, depending on what security guy was at that second nearby.
I was now worried both for my friend and for my fucking physical integrity at this point. About 2 hours of this later the bar began to close, people streaming out (some seeing me all in a mess, cellphone in hand at a corner near the exit, and yelling that "no girl is worth that trouble, man!") me running out of fucking battery from the incessant calling.
This is where I got lucky. The waitress I had flirted with vouched for me and got security to call the manager. Nice guy, told me I could leave an ID, all the money I had and my cellphone as guarantee and we could settle the account the next day. Being worried for my friend I didn't want to leave my cellphone behind, so I had to leave my watch.
I was finally allowed out. No way to go home, no money for a taxi. Then the oh so fucking awesome waitress caught up with me and lent me 10 bucks for a cab. (Seriously, this girl is both cute and awesome, I would have been in jail at this point without her, I owe her big time)
I get home. I decide to wake my dad and ask him what the hell to do about my missing friend. We both went down our contact lists calling people that might know where he is. I was exhausted, annoyed, tired, worried, pissed off and exhausted again. No sign of my friend... the other drunken friend would only speak gibberish when he bothered to answer, if even that.
And then my missing friend answered his phone.
He had been inside his car the whole time, in the bar's parking lot. Passed out. 167 (literally) missed calls on his cellphone, not knowing what the fuck had happened.
I contained myself enough to let him know his parents were worried, that he should call his mom ASAP. I hung up and the whole night's stress finally caught up to me and I doubled up in chest pain. An anxiety attack (I have had one before, with another chain of awful events preceding it). Unbearable pain, not being able to breath or stand. My dad got me through it, made it a point to let me know I was gonna see a doctor for this even though it was the last thing I wanted given his economic issues and the expensive medication/therapy.
So now I'm at my room, anxiety attack gone but with painful remnants, obviously not gonna be able to sleep all night, and typing all this knowing I'm gonna get flak about posting it anyway.
Sorry for the humongous post, I just had to vent and I couldn't do it on my regular blog cause I don't want my mom to know about the anxiety attack, and she reads my blog. Feel free to disregard, but thanks for reading if you had the patience to wade through all my shit.
I do love most of you guys, y'know?
Good on you for not bailing on your mate though.
