It's been so long since I wrote about that bar that i can't recapture my anger. Just accept the fact that it was a corny bar that did not deserve the love that it got from part of the group. But, my main problem was that even IF it was the greatest bar in the world, going so many times in a week was just completely unjustified.

We went there on the 2nd night and it was apparent that we'd be making a late week run at it again. I didn't care for that decision, but could accept it, as the first night we were in OC, the place was packed and we assumed that the same would be true the next saturday. So that's 2 nights out of the 7 day week. Completely acceptable, given the circumstances. It's the middle night that came out of nowhere that really irked me and inevitably led to the tainting of the third night.

Without getting into the gory details, suffice to say, there were two "groups" within the house. A lame and annoying catfight basically seperated the house and created uneeded tension. Hanging out with group "A" during the day, I figured i'd might as well go to dinner w/ group A and then hopefully everyone could just meet up at the same bar later in the night. Of course, this meant i'd have to miss out on the greatest of all dinners: the prime rib / seafood buffet. Is there a bigger sacrafice one can make than to give up unlimited hunks of beef? I think not. But, as corny as it sounds, i considered the day to be a bonding experience and wanted to complete it w/ going to dinner with the group. So, as everyone left to gorge themselves at the trough of prime rib freedom, i waited [and waited. and waited. and waited.] for these other people to get ready.
Ok, i think i need a siderant within this rant. It's a combo rant on being late and taking a long time to get ready (maybe i should have written that the other way around). There are few things i find more disgusting, egotistical, and inhumane as spending insane amounts of time to get ready. I can't even fathom the amount of arrogance it takes for someone to sit there and honestly think that it takes them x HOURS to get ready. I hate to break it to you, ladies, but you aren't that important. Your existence does not define the universe. The sun will continue to rise in the east and set in the west regardless of how perfect your mascare looks. What is the point of this vanity? Who are you trying to impress? Trust me, the 20 year old boys would come up to you anyway even if everything wasn't "just so". Any decent guy wouldn't care about the miniscule differences that you spend so much time trying to fix. That leads me to believe that it's not the decent guy you care about impressing, but the male counterpart who equals your shallowness.

Anyway, i could almost tolerate the hours of preperation that nobody cares about IF said people actually started on time. As in, if it takes you three friggin hours to get ready, then start the process three hours before we are supposed to leave!!! But oh no, that would actually require consideration for your fellow man. And that can't happen. No, what actually went on in OC was a select few complaining about "we have to leave early tonight so we can spend a super duper amount of time at Seacrets" and then THESE VERY SAME PEOPLE being the last ones to be ready. Do people not realize this irony?

So anyway, as inevitable as death and taxes, so too is the fact that this group was always late. And this night was no exception. Hmm, maybe i should stop writing in red b/c the mini rant is over. But, to recap, being "late"'when other people are involved shows a complete lack of respect for that person. There's no such thing as a person who is always late. Rather, that person is just someone who refuses to consider other people over themselves. Clocks exist. Figure out how much time you need, and then count backwards from when you need to leave by. It's not brain surgery!

i'm going to stop for now, but i'll be back in a few....