The Adventures of the Overprotected

It was an absolute blast last night and we ended up drinking in Globe as well as the awful Magarita’s. HM4 seemed to be enjoying himself chatting up girls. The monkies at home could learn a thing or two from him. He’s got quite a lot of confidence approaching chicks at clubs. It was a lot of fun and I feel like I haven’t gone out drinking in ages. And everything was perfect … until they took my keys!

You see, I went out dressed sans pockets so half my things were in HM3’s pockets and the other half in HM4’s. My car keys in particular, were with HM4. So we are out drinking and having a nice time and I think it was HM3 who wanted to go home so we fucked off. By the time I get out of the club, HM3 tells me that he and HM4 decided that I was not going to drive back so HM4 will drive my car and I will ride with HM3. Initial thought: Hahaha … that’s a real funny joke. But it wasn’t a joke. And it wasn’t too long before I realised, they were dead serious.

At this point, I’m half liquored up, slightly frustrated because I wanted to drink more (but I was okay about going home because HM3 has work the next morning. I am not selfish.) so when I realised that this wasn’t a joke, I was hopping mad. I must have tried everything – pleading would have turned into shouting and then probably physical abuse, knowing me. But nothing worked. In fact, they probably thought they were champions for not letting me drive back intoxicated. Foolishness knows no culture or race. And I am the same everywhere I go.

On the ride back with HM3, I completely refused to talk to him. Now you’d probably think that I was being a selfish, self absorbed brat, which I would happily admit to being, because they did a nice thing for me and I was completely unappreciative. I barely get myself sometimes. It is not rocket science to draw the reasonable and logical conclusion that they were concerned for my safety and therefore decided not to let me drive back. In fact, what they did was probably more noble than anything else. In the event that there was a road block, they would probably get done in for a DUI and I would have gotten off scot free despite the fact that it is my car. So I should probably thank them profusely for safeguarding my ass from jail time.

But I am not. I can reason with that logic but I am completely overwhelmed by the fact that I feel conspired against, like I’m some stupid child that cannot think for herself and probably doesn’t know what is best for her. Which is probably true. But then again, I am two years to 30 and that is three whole decades. You would think that by now people would just leave me alone. The only person in the world that probably understands my obsession for doing things my way is probably Bra. But that’s probably because I’ve shouted at him way too many times when he wouldn’t leave me alone. He’s learnt the hard way I promise.

In any case, HM3 made me a lovely roast chicken dinner and now I have to shove chocolate cake (CAKE?!) into my stomach. I can’t say that I will enjoy it but I may just indulge in things that come in little blue boxes before I eat it. That might hit the spot. HM4 will be putting on Harold and Kumar goes to White Castle in a bit. That should be fun. Apparently Harold and Kumar goes to Amersterdam is out in the States. Got to download that asap.

Tomorrow will be another work day. Got to go to bed early tonight.