So Halloween, probably one of my favorite celebrations of the year, was a complete bust last night. "Why?" you ask. Well let me tell you.

#1: I had to work late and missed the kids dressed up and trick or treating and they are the best damn part.
#2: I've been working so much I had no time to carve my pumpkin
#3: It was very cold and rainy. Now for Halloween this might normally be okay, but still it limits your options to go out and about.
AND the big one #4:

One of the bellman from work was throwing a party and a lot of people from work were planning on going. I asked a friend of mine who no longer works here to go with me, not knowing she was not wanted because of a past relationship between her and said bellman. So when I go to pick up my friend she's already drunk. I take her to the party and there is an immediate tension because she is there, however she ignores it and proceeds to take three tequila shots within 10 minutes. I slink of to a corner and call for backup. Meanwhile she gets away from me and is verbally attacked by said bellman's girlfriend. Being drunk she's way more emotional than necessary and a scene occurs. Basically I get stuck with a girl who can barely walk and is crying. It took me a half an hour to get her to my car which was half a block away because we stopped for falling down and bouts of emotion. While I felt a lot of sympathy for my friend who should not have been treated that way I was completly embarrased because I had brought her to the party. Another friend from work called me later and told me that everyone wanted me to come back and no one was mad with me, in fact they felt bad that I was stuck in the middle, however I was still extremly uncomfortable about the whole thing and I still feel like I made some big social faux pas and everyone secretly hates me. It's no wonder I never go out and I usually huddle in my room watching my endless shows.

The truth is that this probably would have happened with or with out me. My friend probably would have shown up even if I hadn't brought her and the scene still would have happend, or if not that night some other night, but I still feel responsible.

I'll get over it, but in the meantime I feel drained and loser like and seeing all the pictures from the SF party makes me miss you all. No crazy drama, no out of control drinking, you're all the calmest bunch of people a girl could ask for.

So send mental hugs my way. I need them.

I best be able to see some kiddies and carve some pumpkins next year or I'll be really pissed off.