This time of year I am always reminded of the night that changed the way I treat people forever. This night in particular, my behavior and my reactionary ways were so uncalled for, from that next morning forward was life- changing.
To understand the story completely you have to understand the female psyche, and what happens when you get a group of us hen's together. Typically, we get dressed up to the nines, and historically we end up talking about everyone else that is out that evening. It is true that girls get dressed up partially for other girls. Sure, it's to feel good and have a good time too. But we're all out there, checking your dress, branding your handbag, and naming your shoes. And believe me, the bigger the train wreck the lengthier the conversation.
But it's also true that when your throwing someone under the bus, it's because somewhere along the way your own wheels have come off.
It was the Night before Thanksgiving, and amongst the tavern league owners, this is known as the Super Bowl of nights to go out. I had been voted to host Thanksgiving Dinner the following day for family and friends. It was decided before going out that evening, that we would keep it a fairly early evening, and visit a friends bar. The evening started out fairly harmless, and I was with my ex and a few more guy friends. Before we knew it, it was midnight, and I thought it was time to call it a night. Unless you and your partner are on the same page about when to leave a particular event, having 1 person ready to leave and 1 person still raging is the Absolute Worst situation to be in.
Pretty soon into this exchange, I was the bad guy. I was the party-pooper and I was the one not having any fun. The more I looked at the clock, the faster the drinks were being poured. Trying to be the voice of reason was a futile effort, in preparation for a 50 minute drive home. Pretty soon my date and friends started to chat up a table of ladies nearby. Because I had been cheated on, lied to, and mislead, I went on full defense mode. I became that crazy 20-something old girl in the bar fighting with her boyfriend. I was the train wreck.
I approached the bar after I noticed my date had presumably ordered a round of shots for all his friends, and the table full of new female friends. There they were, lined up on the bar, glass gleaming in the neon light. All 20 of them. I glanced at my date to confirm he ordered them. With one fell swoop of my right hand, all 20 gleaming glasses went flying across the bar shattering glass and liquor everywhere.
After that night, I made the conscious decision to never again be That girl. I reached a point of maturity to have the self confidence to not speak poorly of others and actually make eye contact and a smile to unknowns. I would never again be with a man that I didn't trust around other women. I made the decision to not engage in the catty banter that ensues on a night out with the girls. And keeping the company I do now of sharp ladies, we have better things to talk about.
And if we don't? Well then you can find me with my friend Jack, at the bar.