Oh dear.
I feel ashamed of myself, yet at the same time, I don’t. My memory of last nights’ events are somewhat blurred, but I know that something has gone terribly wrong.
In celebration of an eighteenth birthday, a group of my friends went out in the search of food and alcohol. Being young, with money, and a Friday night, this no-doubt turn out to be a very enjoyable evening – not to mention, it was a celebration!
The problem comes in with “Jenny”. See a few months ago she kissed another girl, even though she had a girlfriend already. In short, this has caused massive issues within the friendship group. Jenny’s girlfriend (somewhat understandably) does not wish to spend any amount of time with the other girl (whom I shall name Amy). For the most part, this has been relatively easy to maintain; it’s very rare that we’ll all come together, and where they are actually faced with being within each others’ presence. However, last night was an exception to that. The birthday-person wanted all of their friends there, so Jenny, Amy and the Girlfriend were going to be together.
By the time we had arrived at the restaurant, quite a few of us had a bit to drink. Admittedly, I believe I was fairly drunk… But I was happy drunk. Talking nonsense drunk. Party-mood drunk.
A few of us went to the toilets, and Jenny and Amy were waiting with me in queue. When I made it into the cubicle, all hell broke loose. As far as I was aware, I was doing a pee, and then the Girlfriend comes along, and finds Jenny and Amy talking. The Girlfriend, far from being happy at the sight of Amy, let alone her communicating with Jenny (despite them being long-time best friends), sparked off a huge row.
Being drunk, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I thought I could hide out in the toilets for a while, but then I realised I actually wanted to get my food… And I didn’t really want to hear Jenny and her Girlfriend arguing. So I left.
I get to the table, inform the others (who are unaware of the outbreak of this incident) that there’s a slight issue. We then start ordering our food.
Then Jenny appears, I decided (rightly or wrongly – I can’t decide if this was a wise option or not), to follow her outside and ask her how she was. She wasn’t too happy, and asked me to go back inside. As I walk back to the others, the Girlfriend walks past me and outside. I then go up to everyone else, who are now collecting their things. I’m completely bewildered.
It appeared that we had been kicked out of the restaurant. The Girlfriend (when she came out of the toilets), walked past Amy and pushed her. However, standing behind Amy was one of the waitresses from the restaurant, and when Amy was pushed (which made her fall over), she fell into the waitress, causing the waitress to fall over, and hit herself on a nearby table.
Needless to say, the restaurant people were not happy – and despite my attempts (in my best soberest form) to tell them that the Girlfriend had left, she won’t be coming back, and that we promise to be on our best behaviour, they wouldn’t take any of it. Everyone who had paid for their food got a refund, and we all went outside.
At the point, I was firmly pissed off. I was angry that the Girlfriend had ruined one of my best-friend’s birthdays. He had planned to go somewhere for a particular purpose, and he wanted to have, as anyone would, an enjoyable eighteenth birthday. If Jenny and the Girlfriend (and I place firmer emphasis on the Girlfriend, previously in the evening she had made subtle comments about Amy… I had the suspicion that she wouldn’t maintain her composure), then they shouldn’t impede upon another person’s birthday. Moreover, to be kicked out of a bloody restaurant! It’s shameful, and it ruined all the plans that my Birthday friend had made.
So in my anger, I decided to inform the Girlfriend of how out-of-order she was. In this there was a bit of shouting, and yes… Not a pretty sight. However, I felt then, I don’t know… Even now, I still maintain that she had to be told. How dare she ruin someone else’s birthday!
Jenny then got involved, came up to me, started pushing me, getting in my face and telling me to shut up. Yes, I probably should have; but by then she had provoked me, and the Girlfriend was continuing on with her grovel “Do you know how hard it is for me…”, Jenny continued to push me, telling me “Not to talk to her like that”, and pushed me more. She then went to push/hit me, at which point I grabbed hold of her hair, and held her away from me.
Jenny told me “You’re turning into who you were…”
See, when I younger, I didn’t exactly have the best track-record. I had a tendency to get involved in fights, get angry, say and do things which inevitably would only get me into more trouble and problems for myself. All of it was unneeded, and for the most part, completely unnecessary; but I was hostile. I was young and foolish.
Yet, there I was, slightly drunk, arguing with two of my friends, one of whom I had gripped in my hand. Thankfully I didn’t actually pull her hair out – that would have been just awful.
Following this, there was a period of time where the group just split. Jenny and her Girlfriend shouting at each other, and another person trying to calm her down. Then the rest of us, sitting on a bench trying to work out what the fuck had just happened. Most of them hadn’t seen the incident with Jenny and I… But everyone felt so down. I felt bad, because I knew I hadn’t done anything to make it better either. I felt sorry for my friend.
Even so, Jenny and her Girlfriend cleared off. What they did, and how they are now, I have no idea on. I’ve yet to work out a way to speak to either of them… What do you say?
Trying to make the best out of a bad situation, the rest of us soldiered on. We eventually found another place to eat, although that required another bus-ride. Then we went on to a rather odd but nice bar/pub. I fear once again, I may have revealed all too much – apparently quite a few people are aware of my fondness for Jenny (hmm… I don’t see that ever panning out now!), and I think I got too touchy-feely with other people too.
Ahh, the whole situation feels so warped. The events of last night feel so blurred and pumped; yet regardless of actually getting into a mini-fight with my friend, I had a really good night. I don’t know how that presents me as a person though…
Yet at the same time I feel awful. No, I’m not hung over (I’m far too young for that!), but I do feel guilty and bad. Would I have acted like I did last night if I was sober? A part of me says “Yes, the Girlfriend needed to be told, she ruined our friend’s birthday, she acted completely out of turn”, yet another of me says “Maybe you would have thought it, but would you have said anything? Maybe, but would it have ended like it did? Possibly not…” . Either way, I don’t know.
Now I have to find a way of redeeming myself, and seeing where the hell this leaves me with Jenny and the Girlfriend (who I’ve been friends with for years).
See, I knew drinking was bad!
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