How exactly DID it come to this?

Just when I think I'm the angriest woman around....Me and a few members of the Whack Pack (thanks to Vyger for the nifty gang name, lol...)headed to the Wanna Be Cowboy bar on Saturday. We were just going to stay for a few, and almost didn't go in at all due to the crazy 7.00 cover charge (just who in the hell do those boot scootin' morons think they are anyway? I don't pay that on LANDSDOWNE ST. for God's sake!) anyway. As we're out debating whether to stay or go - I see her. Courtney Love, on a bad day. But it wasn't the Hole Ho..it was an old friend of ours, and it seems like she is shooting for the position of Head Whack. She limps on over, and I see a flicker of recognition..like the Dawn of the Dead zombies remembering that they used to like to go to the mall...THAT's what it looked like. We hadn't seen her in years, other than at the wake...but there she was, in all of her doped up glory. We made a pivotal decision for the night, and stayed. Had I known then what I know now...

She's in the joint for about 3 minutes, and starts it with my tall friend's sister in law over a chair. Now, in her defense, she has ONE LEG - so sitting down is important, never mind the fact she was nodding in her Pepsi. That's right - no booze for her - she's *sober* (pay no attention to the open sores and Xanax crumbs, please!) But, the appropriate thing to do would be to...hmmm...ask for the chair, I'd say. Hell no! Courtney all but took off her fake leg and beat the priss with it. I got in and cleared it up..."psst...hey...princess..could you just give her the chair? I mean, she's got one fuckin' leg, man" So Courtney gets her seat, and Princess feels like an idiot ('cause she basically is) while my friend the birthday boy has his kid brother telling him how ssssscccared I should be of Princess. As if. Now I can't leave - cause you just KNOW it's gonna start up again if I do - so I begin to order pitchers of beer. These were all actually paid for by Kurt, who was just happy to have someone else cleaning up after Ms. Love for a change.

Finally, Hillbilly Hell closed for the night, and we moved on to Gangsta Land. I end up allowing It to come with us. Flashy lights, annoying hip hop music...oooh baby. Could this night POSSIBLY get any better? Hell yeah - Ms. Stevie's ex (who does not admit they dated, mind you...they're just *friends*) is in the house. And, he tags along back to WP Central with us. WITH HALF OF THE OTHER DREGS FROM THE BAR. 20 year old broads in miniskirts all over the kitchen. Drinking....all....our....beer. Dammit. Literally - I got ONE. Ex-Mr.Stevie says he's gonna make a ruuuun. OK, maybe I'll finally liven up, cause this night is sucking big. I go to He Who Blah Blah Blah, and get 20 bucks from him, kicking in 20 of my own. After a spell, as it's now 4 AM, Ex-Mr decides he's not going after all and would like to refund my money. Great. But for the fact he gives me 12 damn dollars. I say..."ummm...excuse me...Mistah...I gave you 40 dollars." "Oh no" says he "thats what you gave me, I put it right in this pocket!" That's until Kurt stood up (yes, he showed up around 2 or 3 - and he's a gianormous dude) SUDDENLY - ExMr finds my 40 dollars in his "other pocket" Fucker. Unbelievable...again I say...as if...So now, owner of WP Central is fucking hammered. And I'm not.