If I were you, I'd be crying

My conversation with my friend L

L - "What'd you do this weekend?"

Me - "Didn't do much on friday, stayed home, watched tv, played some video games. On Sat, my old roommate had a birthday thing at a club / venue called slide in SF, right next to Ruby Sky. I was going to meet up with them at the club after dinner, but the organizers were being a real dick and not letting people in that's not on the guest list, or not with a girl. Since I was by myself, they didn't let me in. Grrrr, I hate that place. My roommate and her date didn't have any cell reception inside, so I couldn't get a hold of them. I tried calling them for a while, but couldn't get a hold of anybody, so I decided to go home since I was so pissed at slide. I was actually in my car driving a couple of blocks away when they called me. We were going to head to another club, so swung back around, parked, and waited for them outside ruby sky, where I bumped into my coworker. We chit chatted a bit, he suggested we head to crash when my old roomie showed up. We walk to the end of the block and then she realized that she lost her ATM card. Back in the club they go, while I converse more with my coworker. Eventually they come out empty handed, and we head down to crash. By the time we got there, it was about 1:20am, and crash was still charging $20 cover. There was no way we were going to pay $20 for 30 minutes, and left disappointed. Walking back, my ex roomie got emotional from all the stuff that went on, including the fact that nobody else that was supposed to come showed up, or got turned away and left. After trying to comfort her, we decided to try to go to cityscape on top of the hilton for a couple of drinks, but never made it up since they had already closed up for last call. By then it was too late, so we just went back to my ex roomie's bf's house to chill for a bit before I headed home. Sunday was spent cleaning the place up some more and watching the rest of my netflix dvd's."

L - "Are you crying?"

Me - "huh?"

L - "If I was you, I'd be crying. It's so sad, you're alone all weekend, and you try to go out on saturday but you ended up doing nothing, and again you're alone sunday doing nothing."

Me - "?!@#!!. Why are you my friend again? Yah, it's so bad, I should just end it all now. #$@$! Seriously, why are we friends?"


So the next day, I see my coworker at work, and he tells me somebody got stabbed at Ruby Skye later that night.
We were just talking how we don't go to certain clubs because they're too ghetto, and I didn't want to get shot or stabbed. And how I don't really go clubbing much anymore because of that, but mostly because most of my friends are married and or with kids.