My Desire To Do The Right Thing Vs. My Desire To Have A Good Time

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

So, tonight, I'm supposed to be going out on the town for my friend's birthday. His birthday's not actually until Monday, but nobody in their right mind goes out on Monday. This has been planned for the last few weeks or so, but I get the feeling it's gona be a total washout. Most of our other friends aren't coming out, as they've got no money. I called my friend to see what time we're starting tonight and to see who else was going, and he didn't know either. Plus, he didn't sound exactly jazzed about it. In fact, if I could call what he sounded like anything, I'd say it was underwhelmed to a severe degree. Doesn't hold much promise.

On the other hand, I also have a standing invite to go around a friend's house for a house party, which I know for a fact will be fun, as my friend's parties always are. There'll be a huge group of us, lots of atmosphere, and, other than the crate I'd be abliged to bvring round, drink would be free all night.

This isn't a question of what I'm gonna do. I know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go out with my friend, because I won't just blow him off like that. But I can't help feeling I'm making the wrong choice.

Sorry about that. Needed to vent somewhere.

[Shwicaz]

Why don't you do both?

Go out with your friend, and if it looks like a wash, and that he is not having a good time, tell him that you are going to take him to a party to make the night more of a blast than what you are currently doing.

He may thank you for it.

[Shwicaz]

nevermind, just caught the 'out of town' part.

:Oops:

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

Why don't you do both?

Go out with your friend, and if it looks like a wash, and that he is not having a good time, tell him that you are going to take him to a party to make the night more of a blast than what you are currently doing.

He may thank you for it.

I've broached this, but he really seems reluctant to do this. He's only just coming out of this thing where he didn't like talking to people he doesn't know all that well. Plus, I think that, in his mind, if we have to abondon our plans and go somewhere else to have a good time, then he's failed in some way.

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

nevermind, just caught the 'out of town' part.

:Oops:

I meant "out on the town", which pretty much means Romford, which isn't very far from where we live, so that wouldn't be a problem.

[Ray G.]

You need to ask yourself "What would Jesus do?".

And then do the opposite. Jesus doesn't strike me as the type of guy who would know how to have a good time. :D

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

You need to ask yourself "What would Jesus do?".

And then do the opposite. Jesus doesn't strike me as the type of guy who would know how to have a good time. :D

He could turn water into wine.

He's welcome to one of my bashes any day.

[Hate_Prime]

Just because you promised him first, I say go to the birthday.


Doesn't necessarily mean it should be boring though. It doesn't have to be a "night out of drunken belligerence". If it seems that it's gonna be a disaster, how about just hanging out at home? Drinks, movies/videogames, take out is fun too. (Hmm, is it too obvious that I'm a huge geek?)

[Raphael J]

Why not try to convince your friend to go to your house, then both of you go to the party?

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

Just because you promised him first, I say go to the birthday.

That was never the question, I was always gonna do that. Not to toot my own horn, but I like to think I'm too nice a guy to just fuck a friend off like that.

Also, your suggestions don't sound that geeky. If I went to the house party, that's what it'd turn into towards the end of the night.

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

Why not try to convince your friend to go to your house, then both of you go to the party?

Am trying. Just got off the phone whith the friend who's party it is. I'm gonna go over there early to have a chat with him, then call my friend to see if he's got ahold of what's supposed to be happening. If he still sounds about as excited as Droopy, I'm gonna try to convince him to come over. If he won't, I'll go out with him. There's really not much I can do, it's his night, I can just try to convince him.

[M. Sean McManus]

yeah.

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

yeah.

I take it you know this situation well...

[Hate_Prime]

That was never the question, I was always gonna do that. Not to toot my own horn, but I like to think I'm too nice a guy to just fuck a friend off like that.

Also, your suggestions don't sound that geeky. If I went to the house party, that's what it'd turn into towards the end of the night.

Ah. Now I think get it. It's more like "I think it's gonna totally suck and I want to not think it's gonna tottaly suck"?

Before I quit drinking, when I was stuck in a situation that sucks, I tell myself "I'm way too sober for this" and proceed to get imbibe massive amounts of alcohol until unfunny things become funny, women become hotter, and assholes become tolerable. Although no amount of alcohol has ever made me shitfaced enough to think that "hitting the dancefloor" was a good idea.

It's selfish, but hey, what can you do?

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

The other alternative answer to why he sounds so down is because he's done all his money down the bookies again and doesn't have the heart to tell me yet.

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

Ah. Now I think get it. It's more like "I think it's gonna totally suck and I want to not think it's gonna tottaly suck"?

Before I quit drinking, when I was stuck in a situation that sucks, I tell myself "I'm way too sober for this" and proceed to get imbibe massive amounts of alcohol until unfunny things become funny, women become hotter, and assholes become tolerable. Although no amount of alcohol has ever made me shitfaced enough to think that "hitting the dancefloor" was a good idea.

It's selfish, but hey, what can you do?

You'd have fit in well in Essex, mate. We have this down to a science.

:wink:

[Hate_Prime]

You'd have fit in well in Essex, mate. We have this down to a science.

:wink:

Oh man. Nevermind that I may have trouble keeping up with the apparently legendary european tolerance for alcohol, I would likely drunkenly make a disrespectful remark about football and get myself killed.

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

So, an update...

... in the end, last night pretty much worked out. I met my mate down the pub at 7:30. As I predicted, nobody else showed up. He tried to hide it, but it was plain to see he was heartbroken. I asked him if he still wanted to come into town, just the two of us, but he didn't see the point of this. So, I told him about the party, and he agreed to come along. He even thanked me for being the only person willing to come up with things to do on his Birthday. We get there, and things are going good. It takes him a while to warm up, but he eventually starts drinking and laughing, and seems to be having a good time.

Then diaster strikes.

At about 10:30, he starts to have what we both believe to be a voilent allergic reaction to my friend's dog, to the point where his eyes swelled up and he started having trouble breathing. He had been alleric to animals in the past, but as he now owns a cat without any problems, we assumed he was one of those guys whos allergies just went away. Obviously, we were wrong.

By 11:30, he's had enough and goes home. I offer to go wityh him, but he tells me to stay. Ifeel a little bad about this, but I tell myself, at least I tried to make today special for him, unlike his other friends.

As for the party? It was an eventful affair. All the guys, including me, ende up stripping down to out boxers and dancing drunkenly to Hair Metal, whilst two of my friend's girlfriends play-wrestled in the middle of us.

All in all, a good night.

[A.Huerta]

nevermind.

[The Cheap-Arse Film Critic]

nevermind.

:wink:

(Quick edit.)