This thread will come off as weird, but I need to blow some steam. As it turns out, this saturday, a mega party is coming up. Its a local beer fest, and the best part is, I know who is organizing it and who is invited. There will be a good 100-200 people, because its not gonna be open to everybody, only good friends, and I've been invited. Apart from the 100 pesos fee (to help cover expenses) that everyone has to pay, there is no thing else, but I already know whats gonna happen. I'm gonna get a ride there, gonna have a great time, (without getting drunk) and then the problems will start.
The friend who will give us a ride home will surely be drunk, and if his driving isn't bad enough as is when he's sober, it will now become deadly.
This is the main reason I stopped hanging out with these dudes a while back. I can't take their driving. We've been soo close to causing or being part of a deadly accident that I am just sick of it, but they enjoy it.
So I just stumbled upon a lot of youtube videos of similiar scenarios that went utterly wrong, and my stomach feels horrible.
That could have been us soo many times, it makes me want to puke.
I remember once arguing with one of them, a pot addict who for sure will be smoking tons of pot at the party and get the official stamp of jackass of the night (again), and all he said is: "Do what you like even if it kills you."
This logic is horrible. How the hell can I do what I like, if I'm dead.
Damnit!
I am having serious doubts about going.
The friend who will give us a ride home will surely be drunk, and if his driving isn't bad enough as is when he's sober, it will now become deadly.
This is the main reason I stopped hanging out with these dudes a while back. I can't take their driving. We've been soo close to causing or being part of a deadly accident that I am just sick of it, but they enjoy it.
So I just stumbled upon a lot of youtube videos of similiar scenarios that went utterly wrong, and my stomach feels horrible.
That could have been us soo many times, it makes me want to puke.
I remember once arguing with one of them, a pot addict who for sure will be smoking tons of pot at the party and get the official stamp of jackass of the night (again), and all he said is: "Do what you like even if it kills you."
This logic is horrible. How the hell can I do what I like, if I'm dead.
Damnit!
I am having serious doubts about going.
Nothing to see here, move along.