FWP (vent, obviously)

MrsRustyGriswold

DH and I are going to a club this Saturday.  It used to be our regular hangout, and we made friends with one of the bartenders over the years and it's his last day this Saturday, so we're going to celebrate him moving on, blah blah blah.  I just overheard a group of girls in my office saying that they are going this Saturday, too.  I don't want to be there at the same time as them.  I feel like I'll have to hang with them for a while and that I'll have to be on better behavior so I'm not the subject of any Monday morning water cooler stories.  Ugh.

Poor me, wah wah wah, I know.  Total First World Problem.