Please. Save the Drama for Someone Who Cares. Which is not me.

Friday nite was the first time I had been back to the club since I was uh *escorted* out last month. And this time I went sober, ready to parrtayy in a non drunken way but this being me and my luck being what it is this would not be so. L invited her friends from her old school as well as some that I don't get along with but that was okay, I could play nice for a little while. I know it's hard to believe but I can.
So there we were with her old friends and her new friends and everything was going well but then the drama hit and I can't say that I had nothing to do with it. There is this girl (who brought her semi good looking boyfriend, that was checking me out for the first half of the night and I didn't know that it was her boyfriend) that I absolutely do not get along with but because she is L's friend I was going to play nice and pretend that I like her. So there we were on the dance floor, having a good time, when drama struck the girl I didn't like. And at first I felt bad for her because she was crying and her and her boyfriend were fighting, then I decided "No, I hate her, She's ----- insert some nasty words ----" Then she left and I let a big sigh of relief and said "Thank God" So she left and I thought her boyfriend did too, no my luck would not allow for that.
So there I was ready to shake what my mama gave me, when he returned. But he was not mopey, we were having a good time, dancing to techno and causing psychadellic freakouts ... it was going really well, when he continually became closer and closer to me (I sorta knew this was coming because of the way he had been looking at me all night) and we were dancing together. And I thought "Oh Crap! How do I deal with this?" So I just turned to him with all my finesse and said "I can't do this. I'm sorry" and he just looked at me blankly then uttered the dreaded word "Why?" That's when I knew I had to tell him the truth, that his girlfriend and I hate each other and that we have been waiting for the right time to kick each other's asses. And that whatever was going on between them would probably be solved and if it wasn't I didn't want to be one of the factors for why it wasn't. Truth be told, he was 19, half decent looking, a great dancer and he had a stack of money that would send a golddigger comatose. And I shooed him away. What is wrong with me, you might ask? I'm not sure what is wrong with me, but it's probably a really long list.
So the night went on and I saw rich mystery dancer on my way out and he said nothing and I was okay with that because I had had enough drama for one night. And that excludes the stuff at work as well as the other dramatics that occurred at the club.