The hours leading up to the trip were no easier than the few days before. The MOH had asked that we bring a gift for the bride or party favor for the weekend. I had known all along that I was going to get some lingerie and some edible whipped cream or something from Victoria’s Secret. Before we left, Betty informed me that she wanted to stop at one of those disgusting adult stores you see on the side of the interstate on the way to get her gift. No. No. NO. You’re already making us 5 hours later than everyone else, get something on your own time. I told her it wasn’t happening and she needed to figure out something else because I just wanted to get there. I honestly don’t even know if she ended up bringing anything, but I also don’t care. We finally made it to the house, I was annoyed beyond belief and so happy to see other people.
We had to hustle to get ready and head out for dinner, which was amazing. The plan was to eat at this restaurant and then go out to the bars in that neighborhood for a not so crazy night, and Saturday would be the big night with all the bachelorette games and goodies on the strip. Near the end of the dinner I kept feeling my phone go off, so I finally looked at it to see that it was Betty texting me from the other end of the table. Sigh. She was saying that she was exhausted and had no desire to go out. Cool – you do that then. I just looked at her and acknowledged the text but never replied.
When we got to the first bar she came up and said she didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to drink, and was tired. I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do with that, “Okay so are you going back then?” She said yeah she thought so, and asked if I would go to the ATM at the back of the bar with her to get cash. So I went, then she asked if I would stand there and wait for a cab with her. Fine, would you like me to hold your hand and brush your hair too? However, we weren’t in downtown Nashville and she needed to call one because they weren’t just driving around in this neighborhood, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to look up a number and do it for her. She is a grown ass woman. So we literally stood on the side of the road for 5 minutes until I finally said, “So are you going to call a cab or what?” She was like yeah, I guess I’ll ask someone inside for a number to a cab place. So we walked back inside and I said, “Okay I’m going back up on the stage with the girls, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll stand out there with you.” Instead of going to a bartender or bouncer to ask for a number to cab company she followed me back to the stage. WTF!
She told one of the other girls that she wanted to go back, but didn’t have a cab number. So the girl looked one up for her on her phone, and is nicer than me and asked if she wanted her to go with her. Betty said no, it was fine and told me she was ready to go call and wait for a cab, so I walked back outside with her. Feeling guilty, I finally offered to go back with her, expecting her to give me the same response as the other girl. But she didn’t, she said “Yeah I do want you to go back with me. I know all these teachers that have been abducted when they get in cabs alone in random cities.” UM WHAT THE FUCK EVER. That is horseshit, but fine I will go back with you, since this weekend is about you. So we went back and I got ready for bed. Since we were the first ones back we were able to claim an actual bedroom and got a bed, no air mattress, after all that drama. I got into bed, and since it was 11 o’clock and I wasn’t tired at all, I laid there and stared at the ceiling. After 30 minutes had gone by and Betty still hadn’t come in, I went out into the living room to see what she was doing. Sitting on the couch drinking a vodka soda. Are you fucking kidding me? She made me leave so that she could come home because she was SO tired, and now was sitting there, not sleeping, fucking drinking? I was P-I-S-S-E-D, so I just went to bed. Fuck that shit.
The next day we all got up and started getting ready, earlier that morning the MOH told me the plan was to go to breakfast, do a little shopping, go to the country music hall of fame, come back and get ready, then go out to the strip that night. Sounded like fun! When I went into our room Betty asked me where we were going that day, so I relayed what the MOH had told me. Her response was, “I’m not doing that shit. I want to day drink.” Here we go again. So I finally looked at her and said, “Well that’s great, but YOU don’t get to choose what we do…”