So where do I begin? Ah so many things to talk about... I think today I'll talk about an interesting person who somehow is still a part of my life. It's my own fault for not cutting ties with this individual, but I feel sorry for her. Is it my job to try save her? Is it my job to try to help her? Isn't this a part of what "they" call friendship? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't who really knows. I am the type of person who never turns their back on people and because of her and the effect I've let her have on my own personal life, it makes me question if I should.

Here's the beginning of the story of how this chaos all began...
I met her a year and a half ago and it feels like an eternity. As I've gotten older, cheesy as it may sound I have become wiser, so then why in this situation am I fricking retarded?  I believe I'm a pretty good judge of character & when the good ole red flags starting waving in my face for some reason I chose to look past them. Okay enough of the blah blah, getting back to the story.

I remember it as if it were yesterday. My girlfriends and I were planning on going to a huge pool party in San Jose called Detox(ironic). These particular group of girls are awesome, beautiful, successful, confident and intelligent women. Each one of them knows who they are as a person.I would honestly have to say that they are all stunning, including myself(;) So they come pick me up to make the drive to SJ and in the car are two people who I've never met before in my life. The new additions are the driver (I'll fill you in on her later, but she is now one of my best friends for life) and the girl who this entire blog is about. Let's call her Cassy to protect her real identity. First impression, where the hell did you guys find this chick? She was friends with a mutual friend so they had invited  her to join us to make our group a little bigger. Okay so I'm not a total jerk so I was willing to give her a chance especially since we were going to be spending the entire day/night together.
With me, it's either I like you (which 90% of the time I do since I myself am very friendly and social) or I don't. I read a lot into people's vibes. Intuition?
First thing I noticed was that she was a yap yap. Her mouth moves a hundred miles a minute.
I would kind of describe it as like a tweeky personality. She wasn't the prettiest apple on the tree but I'm not shallow hal and still chose to give her a chance because people can't always be blessed with great genetics and it's really on the inside what counts right? Maybe she was one of those sparking personality types and if my friends had invited her along she couldn't be that bad right? I am definitely a leader not a follower and something told me she was in the follower category. On the car ride out there it was all surface conversations as what occurs when people first meet people. Generally speaking either they tell you their whole life's story or you get kind of a summary or just a few select things. And for some reason I am the therapist and people feel comfortable with spilling their guts to me the first time I meet them.  Ah the burden. So why am I not a therapist or psychologist? Shouldn't I get paid for this? I ask myself this question daily..seriously.

Okay back to Cassie. We all had decided that prior to arriving to the pool party we should pre-party ourselves in the attempts of possibly spending less at the pool bar. And if any of you have been to a real pool party hosted by top promoters you know the drinks aren't cheap.  There usually is a cover to get in and then the drinks are around $15 each. So we headed to the liquor store to each choose our poison.

How was I to know that this person who so willingly offered to be my wing-chick was an alcoholic? This was the first time I've ever met her. It wasn't like she wore a name tag that said Hi, my name's Cassie and I'm an alcoholic. I'm a social drinker as are my friends. When we drink we drink to enhance having a good time, not drink to get drunk. Personally, I don't even have to have a drink I can have a great time anywhere I go. After this event, I went on a three month detox purposely xing out alcohol to focus on my gym time. And as we all know, if you're trying to get in good shape the sugar in alcohol is no bueno.

To be continued...