Day 7: Things Don't Always Go As Planned

all week, like literally since monday, i've been dying to go out.  today (friday) was meant to be an amazing night of friends, good music, and a little booty shaking.  well, that didn't happen.  the two friends i had planned to go out with both bailed because they were tired.  to say i was annoyed is a gross understatement.  i tried my best to be understanding given karen (my aussie friend) has to work tomrorow, and prue has been burning the midnight oil for 3 days straight.  but at the same time i was really disappointed because i feel like if the shoe was on the other foot, i still would have made the effort and gone out with them because i knew it was important and they had been looking forward to it for so long.

oh well, as my grams always says to me i often give too much to my friends and expect a lot in return.  when i say a lot i don't mean anything greater than what i can offer, but i'm willing to sacrifice myself to help a good friend have a great time.  i know karen and prue didn't do this intentionally, and this is probably just the booze talking (well probably not), but i don't think it was too much to ask for them to come out with me even just for an hour.  what do you think??