I had a night out last night, with a friend that I have known for about a year. I met her initially at a music event through some mutual friends, we have since spoken on facebook and by text/phone fairly regularly but only met up again twice, in company.
She has always seemed nice enough, if a bit intense sometimes, and maybe a bit lonely. Mid 40s and long divorced but has a god job, own house & car, plenty of friends, full social life etc.
Anyway back to last night. I had a couple of tickets to go and see a local band that I am friends with via my son (they are his age-group rather than mine so late 20s) and DH didn't fancy it so I asked her if she wanted to go as I know she likes the same sort of music as me. It was in a nearby city, she lives on the outskirts and as I have not been too well this week I booked myself a city-centre hotel room for the night Plan was she would get a taxi in from hers, we would go for a meal and a catch-up, go to the gig, meet up with a few other people we know including the band for drinks afterwards then do the taxi journey in reverse with me getting dropped off on the way.
She seemed OK if a little giddy when we went to eat, had a couple of glasses of wine with the meal, all good so far. Then we got in the club and oh dear, she was knocking back the wine like it was going out of fashion. I wasn't even going to attempt to keep up (although I can put away a fair bit myself on a night out usually) and tried to gently suggest that she slow down a bit but to no avail. At this point she started to get a bit embarrassing, throwing herself at the lads, touching them inappropriately etc. They are nice blokes and took it well but I was mortified. I suggested that we maybe call it a night after the show and go home then but she was having none of it and off we went to the pub where she continued to make a show of herself, fell over a couple of times, was sitting on the knee of one of the blokes and trying to kiss him, you get the idea. At this point some of their girlfriends had turned up and this was NOT going down well.
I finally managed to get her out of the pub before anyone started a fight with her, by this point she could barely stand unaided and started to cry, saying that nobody loved her and that seeing some homeless people sleeping rough nearby had really upset her. I managed to bundle her into a cab and got her coherent enough to give her address to the driver (I didn't actually know where she lived) only to discover that it was a lot further out of town than I thought and for me to stay in the cab and see her home then come back to my hotel (which had been my first thought) would have cost more than the hotel room, and nearly as much as a taxi home for me would have been. So, feeling a little guilty and also quite angry, I got out at my hotel, gave the cab driver enough to cover her fare and left her to it.
I texted her this morning to see if she was OK and just got "bad head, talk later" back, nothing since. I know she had plans for other friends to go to hers today so I'm hoping she is just busy and possibly embarrassed.
I just can't believe that someone could get themselves quite so wasted in the company of someone they barely knew and depend on that other person to keep them safe and get them home, or maybe even not worry about how they were going to get home!
Sorry this has turned out so long and ranty. I still feel like I was a bit U to not see her all the way home but on the other hand I think she was a total arse to get herself in that state and just wanted to get it off my chest. AIBU to think that you just don't behave like that?