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maderrThere's nothing I hate more than being forced into going somewhere I do not want to go - except maybe being tricked into it.
My old high school friend Autumn was in town, and I helped her run her garage sale today, said I'd go out with her and her husband this evening - provided they kept it local of course. Naturally they called at about 7:00 and said that at about 9:00 they were going to head to Raleigh to hit a club there. First off, I don't like clubs and Autumn knows this. Second, Raleigh is about two hours away, give or take depending on traffic. So I said no. Later, about 9:15 or so I get a shower, put on my p.j.'s and settle down at the comp to actually work on some stories. Autumn & company show up at 10:00 and wind up dragging me to a pool hall in Rocky Mount, which is about 40 minutes away.
That was fine - what pissed me off was when they said we were headed home and instead drove to and dragged me into a strip club. Now, I don't mind strip clubs - what I mind is beng forced into a sketchy strip club after I've already expressed a severe disinterest in wasting my money. I'm a chick, and I like guys. The last thing I want to spend 10 bucks on is the chance to watch chicks shove their tits in guys faces.
Not to mention they tried to have an intellectual discussion on the way home - these are people who think a research paper and a thesis are to entirely seperate things, and Scot (husband) thinks that shouting out other people constitutes arguing.
Blah, I'm going to bed.
My old high school friend Autumn was in town, and I helped her run her garage sale today, said I'd go out with her and her husband this evening - provided they kept it local of course. Naturally they called at about 7:00 and said that at about 9:00 they were going to head to Raleigh to hit a club there. First off, I don't like clubs and Autumn knows this. Second, Raleigh is about two hours away, give or take depending on traffic. So I said no. Later, about 9:15 or so I get a shower, put on my p.j.'s and settle down at the comp to actually work on some stories. Autumn & company show up at 10:00 and wind up dragging me to a pool hall in Rocky Mount, which is about 40 minutes away.
That was fine - what pissed me off was when they said we were headed home and instead drove to and dragged me into a strip club. Now, I don't mind strip clubs - what I mind is beng forced into a sketchy strip club after I've already expressed a severe disinterest in wasting my money. I'm a chick, and I like guys. The last thing I want to spend 10 bucks on is the chance to watch chicks shove their tits in guys faces.
Not to mention they tried to have an intellectual discussion on the way home - these are people who think a research paper and a thesis are to entirely seperate things, and Scot (husband) thinks that shouting out other people constitutes arguing.
Blah, I'm going to bed.
