Girl's. Night. Out. Karaoke.
And it sucked. Big. Time.
There's been a change in dynamics in my core girls' night out group. The friend in a committed and serious relationship, moved out of state. The reliable, sane, married one is going through nasty divorce. Her co-worker who came along with is a divorcee of several years. My married co-workers who usually come out with us... well, one had her mom visiting... the other is on maternity leave. So it was me and the gals on the "prowl."
I'm not a prowler. I never have been. I don't miss my early 20s and having to be the weekend designated driver. I don't. I don't miss the bar scene. I don't miss the icky crowd that hangs out there. And the fact that the karaoke was held in the last remaining bar people can smoke in in town... that just made it that much worse.
But the hardest part... the hardest part was having the other two point out this man or that man... and thinking, "he has Jim's ears" or "that one has Jim's nose"... and "that one, that one has his hands."
Even harder than that... having to explain to the other gal who apparently has studied music but has lived under a rock and never heard this song because she doesn't listen to country. Ever. And she doesn't know my story. Which is fine. I don't need everyone to know. But try explaining to someone who doesn't know the storyline of the song (because all country music is a story) just what "they did to Earl." I'm sure she thinks I'm a freak now... seeing as I couldn't make it through what they did before I had to excuse myself from the table and crowded bar to go cry in the bathroom.
Now I'm seriously debating my decision to go to a friend's surprise party this weekend... because I don't want to be "that" girl... the one who is a bummer on the party... the one who can't make it through the evening without having a pity party.
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