The Boredom, The Power.

Let me pre-curse this by saying you are probably wasting your time reading this. Though I'm not much of a writer; today was so blurry, that now I feel like writing about it.
Today started as the great packing extravaganza; I had plans, only not until 4 pm. Oh, how foolish was to believe I was safe. One of my best friends was picking me up. Of course she was 4 hours early, I was trying to pack, hadn't showered yet, or done most of the things I'd been planning to do before she arrived. So, enter the awkward dilemma of trying to keep someone entertained while you leave them alone in your place. We met up with a couple of others went to the mall- shoe shopping. I'm not the most patient of shoppers. It's easier on my sanity to shop with purpose- they were dithering customers. Finally, before I stabbed my eyes out just to miss answering the question "what do you think of these?" one more time, they were done.
Ah, then there was the unending joy of trying to copy my music library to someone elses' laptop with them breathing down my neck... oh unending joy. Especially as they were nearly special needs about using a computer in the first place.
Then, dinner at a mexican restaurant. This was okay for the most part, it was a friend's 21st, there were around 25 people, fun times right? Then what was with the waiter who would not accept that I wasn't hungry? Don't ask me five times if I want something to eat and then never refill my glass of iced tea. (insert evil eye)
You would think that would be the end of it, but of course, 21 means bar time. She wanted to karaoke, which is fun. Only faulty information led us to salsa night. I end up dancing with the most clueless two left feet type guy imaginable. How hard is step forward with your left foot, back to center, step back with right foot, back to center, repeat? No, no, it was Mr. Step on Toes In Work Boots .
Charming. He proceeded to enter the territory of creepy when I extracted myself and he followed me to my table. It seems he was also unable to master the spin. So I take him back out there and said "YOU BE THE GIRL!". I get away from him only to have him come up when I'm leaving and have him shake my hand and say that he'd love to dance with me next week if I'm there. Freaking mystery guys.
By that point I was worn down. Though everyone wants to still go out to another club. We danced it was really fun, I won't lie. By 12am my ride and the other passengers are ready to go. Then it happens. They missed the freeway entrance, and we drive by none other than a genuine dive bar karaoke night. All I can do is pray that they don't notice. Unfortunately, God hates me. We go in, and first thing, creepy creepy guys are all over the place. We ignore, select songs to sing. Then the bravest (read- drunkest) comes up to us and asks if we'd like to join him and his buddies at their table. Uh, no thanks. Singing was awesome, everyone who was at the other bar showed up to karaoke. Then finally, just as I can't take any more, my phone is dead, my feet hurt, and I'm worn out, it's the final song and last call.
I go out the parking lot with a girlfriend to warm up the car. And creepy drunk guy, has, ridiculously a supremely 80s era camero. Lame. He is so classy that he says "HEY! Which one of you ladies wants to come home with me tonight in this ride" seriously. Amid hearty no thanks he added "Just wait. Don't get in your car. You have to hear the engine on this baby." Riiiiight.
All this was followed by a twenty minute ride back home... Where finally I rest. As much as I had fun. That was just too much in one day for me. There wasn't any time for me to be alone and relax. Still, I can't complain too heartily, after all, I won't be seeing these people for months.