Good intentions? Not sure...
Yesterday, I got home from work and was told by mom that I would be going with her to a bar on Saturday.
...
what...?
Since dad will be out of town, her and Adam decided I needed to be taken out. Why? I think its some sort of ridiculous pity thing they have for me. Ok fine, I don't get out much, but it doesn't bother me until people point it out for no reason. I hate being pitied. I'm also not a bar person. Never have been, never will be. If you want me drunk, you have to make me take shots of Bailey's in between rounds of Singstar, Guitar Hero or the likes. I end up nursing full glasses of whatever very slowly because I really don't enjoy the flavor of alcohol and I only take a sip when thirsty, so it gets warm and nasty pretty quick.
Anyway, I talked to my co-worker who is around my mom's age and even has two sons near my age. She agrees with me, totally weird and uncomfortable. Did I mention this was going to be at the O-Zone? It's usually packed full of 20-somethings. That's going to make it even more uncomfortable. (Yea, guys are really going to want to talk to me sitting with my mom.) Oh and I don't dance. If I don't have arrows on a screen I don't know what to do with myself. Adam claims I should be able to dance just cuz I played an instrument in band. This logic totally confuses me but he was very adamant about it and I gave up arguing. o_O
I had planned to talk to mom tonight and try to weasel out of it. HOWEVER, Adam switched the night to Friday night so that him and a friend could come with us (they were going to be in Lincoln Saturday). *sigh* This just keeps getting better and better.
...
what...?
Since dad will be out of town, her and Adam decided I needed to be taken out. Why? I think its some sort of ridiculous pity thing they have for me. Ok fine, I don't get out much, but it doesn't bother me until people point it out for no reason. I hate being pitied. I'm also not a bar person. Never have been, never will be. If you want me drunk, you have to make me take shots of Bailey's in between rounds of Singstar, Guitar Hero or the likes. I end up nursing full glasses of whatever very slowly because I really don't enjoy the flavor of alcohol and I only take a sip when thirsty, so it gets warm and nasty pretty quick.
Anyway, I talked to my co-worker who is around my mom's age and even has two sons near my age. She agrees with me, totally weird and uncomfortable. Did I mention this was going to be at the O-Zone? It's usually packed full of 20-somethings. That's going to make it even more uncomfortable. (Yea, guys are really going to want to talk to me sitting with my mom.) Oh and I don't dance. If I don't have arrows on a screen I don't know what to do with myself. Adam claims I should be able to dance just cuz I played an instrument in band. This logic totally confuses me but he was very adamant about it and I gave up arguing. o_O
I had planned to talk to mom tonight and try to weasel out of it. HOWEVER, Adam switched the night to Friday night so that him and a friend could come with us (they were going to be in Lincoln Saturday). *sigh* This just keeps getting better and better.