We spent Saturday afternoon floating in the pool and then took a cab into Old Town Pasadena to show them the wonderful place British Boy and I live. This is where the story goes downhill...
There were 5 of us on the crawl - myself, British Boy, High School Friend (HSF), HSF Roommate, and a girlfriend of mine, we'll call Elle. We traversed through many bars and restaurants - Villa Sorriso, Twin Palms, Sushi Roku (dinner and drinks), Old Towne Pub, Barney's Beanery, and finally Bodega. We were absolute idiots with our drinking - mixing beer, sake shots, wine, mixed drinks, etc. You'd think we were still in our 20s!
It was a lot of fun for me to have British Boy and High School Friend hanging out together. HSF Roommate and Elle decided they were hot for each other and started making out wherever we were. Normally I wouldn't care, but Elle is in a very precarious life state - I'll try and be brief.
Elle fell in love with an Irish Boy in February. He came to visit in March and even endeded up at my bachelorette party (bad bad bad). I didn't say anything b/c she was "in love" and really it was the happiest I've seen her in the 10+ years I've known her. 10 days after we got back from the bachelorette party, Elle called to tell me that Irish Boy had died of a heart attack. Needless to say, since then she's been spiraling into a very dark hole. Added to the fact that her new business venture hasn't done very well and she's in dire straits financially.
Ok, so back to Saturday where I watch Elle get drunker and drunker---and continue to make out with HSF Roommate. Although I was pretty drunk myself, I talked to her many times to see if she was ok and offer to call a cab for her if she wanted to remove herself from the situation. Even offered her money for the cab. All the while she said she was ok and that she needed to move on from Irish Boy--even though she was wearing a wedding band signifying their relationship (though on her right hand).
Elle stayed with us the whole time. After we cabbed it home, British Boy, HSF, and myself had a little dessert and then crashed. Elle and HSF Roommate disappeared upstairs and eventually had sex. Elle left shortly after that and drove herself home. So not awesome - we had gone to 6 places and had AT LEAST 1 drink at each. I probably wouldn't have found out about the sex, but HSF Roommate had to wash the sheets and there were suds coming out of the washing machine. Really, all around it was a disaster of an evening except for hanging out with British Boy and HSF.
Since then I've talked to Elle who has now told me that she thinks she's an alcoholic (she continued to drink the whole next day). I have told her that I don't care if she has sex or makes out with someone (I feel we'll never know if she would've lasted with Irish Boy, so I'm not about to canonize their relationship), but I was very clear I was really REALLY upset that she drove. NO WAY was she in any position to do that. For further reference, she's 38 and a mother to a 19 year old.
I think a lot of people have had those "Oh Shit" nights where they are not proud the next morning, but this was a little too out of control for me.
Maybe I'm growing up or growing out of certain friendships or situations?
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