The Continuation of Before...

Hello again Cyberspace!

So yeah, too many eventful things happened during the weekend and the internet connection at the hotel was really shitty, so I never got around to getting back online to post. Oh well, I'm back now to finish the ranting and raving of my last post. I only had one thing to rant about and really still do, but I also have a tale of stupidity of underage drinking. Which, don't get me wrong, I'm sure we've all done at one point or another, but I doubt we've all done what this kid did... And I will tell you what happened after I'm finished with my rant! So it begins::

Friday night, the first night we were at the hotel, the parents of Mizz Scene Queen's team all got together to party in the hallways. Most of my teammates we doing their own thing that first night, so I partied with the 'rents. And, normally, I would agree with you that partying "old people" or parents isn't that fun but you really don't know these people. It's so fun partying with them! They all act like their my age not in their forties. Anyway! Our room was away from where everyone was partying and I had to run back there to get more Corona.

Anyway, D and L were trashed, and chatting with some parents of another team in one of the hallways and I was walking down in track pants, tank, sweater, hat and my glasses. My usual comfy attire, and I mean, really! I'm in the hotel for crying out loud! I should be allowed to wear what I want to, right? Right! But this has nothing to do with my clothing choices. Anyway, I was drinking my Corona, walking down the hall, and I'm not entirely sure what happened but my drink was like foaming over and I didn't notice as I was walking by. L noticed and told me about it, so I fixed the problem. And then this snobby 'holier-than-thou' Uber Bitch with her nose in the air practically yelled at me about drinking. Now, normally, I wouldn't even care that she was going on for a good 5 minutes about drinking ages and shit but I'm not underage, and I know my limit. At this point, the drink in my hand was my second.

But anyway, she yelled out a question "How old are you anyway!?" which I completely ignored because I know I'm legal and if the cops or security showed up I could prove it, I had my ID in my room, so I really had no worries. I kept walking and she yelled it again. At this point, I'm thinking, "What the fuck does it matter how old I am to you? You wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of my actions, I would! My mother would, if I wasn't legal." Anyway, I faltered in my little journey back for my alcohol. I stopped next to L and stared at the woman who was asking these 'none of your fucking business' questions. I glared at her and both L and D said that I was legal and going on about how I was twenty or I was going to be twenty soon. I shrugged and continued on my way, casually yelling out that I would be Twenty soon enough.

Okay, so not really much to rant about. I guess I should be happy that she thought I wasn't old enough to drink, but it really just pissed me off. Mostly, because it wasn't any of her business if I was old enough or not and partially because she assumed I wasn't because of my choice in attire. "Surely that girl in the (clothing listed above XD) wasn't old enough because only people 16 and under wear clothes like that". If D and L weren't still there, I would have stopped, asked who the hell wanted to know and then bitched them out because I mind my own business and I feel that if you wouldn't want someone asking you a certain question that pertains to your age, then you don't ask said question to others.

Obviously she never got the "don't ask women their ages" memo. All I really have to say to her is "Mind it, Bitch!". Aaaand, end rant. -sigh- okay, I feel better now. Sorry Cyberspace for having to deal with my "issues" but seriously, I really hate it when people don't mind their own!

I have Practice soon, so I have to go but I'll post again (or edit this one) when I get back to tell you that wonderful story about underage drinking.