So I was thinking the other day (scary, I know) about what I should blog about now that the Wings season is completed, the Pistons are done, and football does not start for a while. I can always bitch about random shit, but who really cares to listen to my mindless dribble? (No one) Anyways, I suppose I can find something to bitch about on a regular basis, or fun things to share. If I am entertaining myself that is all that matters right? So onto today’s bitch session…

I went out to the bar last night, same bar I generally go to every Saturday night, with the same group of people. This time was different, something was not right. I did not feel welcome in the group I was in. I asked myself why I even bother hanging around these people who are so very different than I am. Yes we always go there Saturday nights, but the tradition of the gathering should not be the only reason to go. I should want to go, want to be in that company, but I don’t. There wasn’t one thing that set me off, it was a multitude of things. I didn’t want to be there, but I didn’t drive and was not about to walk miles home, at night, through a nasty neighborhood. So I stuck it out.

Now I am faced with a decision. I am supposed to go out of town with this crew next weekend. i know it will be a good time. Its a trip to an island that pretty much has bars, restaurants and more bars. It was fun last year, besides the terrifying boat ride there. I hate boats, I don’t go on boats and I don’t eat fish. Pretty sure they talked me into riding on this boat last year and while we were there the boat company crashed two boats. Anyways, I really cannot see myself going on this trip this year, at least with this crew. If I get there and feel like I did last night there is no walking home. i am stuck there, for a full day. Yeah I do like *some* of the people that are going, but are absolutely disgusted by some of the others. I was thinking of taking a date, then I could just hang with him and ignore the bitches, but I don’t even think that would be fun. I would still be stuck with the crew all day and in the party limo on the ride there and back (like an hour each way). Something tells me bad blood plus way to many drinks (last year we lost count around 20 beers each) would make for bad news. But then again it might be fun, I don’t know. I have until Thursday to decide, so they can give a final count to the limo people. I am thinking of going with my instinct, which tells me to stay home. We will see….

UPDATE:  I have decided not to go.  I would rather stay in town, avoid the drama and spend the $200+ I would have wasted there on beer and transportation on something more worthwhile, like another dog maybe…