What the...?

So I had a pretty good weekend, ended up going to a foofy party and met some people. Even got to go to a pro lacrosse game before that, had some beer with friends and showed up to said party a little toasty. Now, I can live with going to a party that's beyond a bit pretentious, hey, it happens. What I can't tolerate is what happened the next morning.

I have to backtrack a bit. I have a friend who called me up a few days before Sunday to see if I'd play basketball....Yeah, right. I'm out of shape, haven't played in 2 years, have the lungs of a 50 year old who smokes a pack a day, and am without health insurance. Sounds like a brilliant idea, now doesn't it? I've already blown out one knee, let's see if we can take care of the other one right before the Super Bowl!!! Look, I was never planning on playing, and here's why:

This person who called me on Thursday to set up plans to play hoops also called me on Friday night to tell me the real reason she wanted to play--her life is in shambles. Husband cheating, she's living an immoral life (her terms, not mine, I don't talk like that) and she just wanted to lean on a friend. Apparently, I'm that friend for her. So be it. I listened for over an hour, and made plans for Sunday to do something, but nothing that was even remotely athletic. Or so I thought.

So when I called her Sunday later in the morning, much to my dismay she answered with a "we're playing at 2". I told her I wasn't in any shape to play, as I was busy from the evening before. And since a gentleman doesn't share his stories, I can say I was tired and in no mood to play ball, along with what was stated above. You want to know what kind of response I got? And how I came up with the title for this post?

"Well, I guess I know who my friends are." Are you crappin' me????? Who says shit like this? My only response to this nonsense was something along the lines of if that is how you talk to your friends, be prepared to have one less.

And that ranks right now as my dumbest conversation of 2008.