Its NOT my party and I'll cry if i want to!

Its NOT my party and I'll cry if i want to!
Have you ever noticed that you have one or two friends that make EVERYTHING about them? One of my folks is having his annual going away party tonight (Good Luck at school Jay!) and it got me to thinking about this - I have one or two friends that seem to make EVERYTHING about them. Even when it has nothing to do with them.
This goes as far back as MY going away party, circa 2004. There was more than one person who caused a scene and some hysterics cause they didnt get their way. I was LEAVING the DC metro area for the forseeable future (i STILL haven't moved back) and these folks wanted to complain about there being a line, having to find parking etc when if they had gotten there when we TOLD them to get there, they woulda been FINE.
A couple of my very dear friends are club promoters and they get a LOT of shit in the course of their normal worknights. The fuckery I've heard surrounding this is absolutely amazing to me. The fact that I've heard people say "I'm not going unless I get in free" amazes me. Its TWENTY DOLLARS. If you don't have $20 stay your ass in the house or better yet, get a part time job. Seriously, lets do the math. It's 2007. Lets go back and calculate how much these cats have saved some people since say, 2004. That's 3 years. If these people go out once a month, for 3 years, that 36 times $20. $720.00. So they saved you a couple of car payments (and thats IF you only went out once a month - i know of one or two that we could say were out maybe 40 times a YEAR for 3 years which would be a mortgage payment and change) and you can't come off $20 to get into the club? Every Friday or Saturday night is NOT ABOUT YOU. There is nothing special about you that warrants getting in free everywhere you go. Get over yourself.
This example leads me to two others - one was a cookout one of these aforementioned promoters had and the other is about treating your bartenders well. Lets start with the bartenders. I met a wonderful woman named Tanisha way back in the years 1999-2000. She was a bartender at the Gardens. We (me and Jason) took good care of her tipwise, and she got us tipsy (well maybe more than tipsy, but still) on the REGULAR. The same goes for Henry at the gardens (come home soon henry), Monica at the Saint, the twins at Ozio, and my boy Desmond at the Gardens. Now, even though they always took care of me, I never EXPECTED it and I always tipped them. Is that so difficult to grasp? I have another very close friend that is a bartender at Avenue and I've seen these other associates of mine expect to get into the spot free thanks to him, and drink for near nothing, while tipping him a few dollars. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Stop being cheap, he is doing you a favor and doesn't owe you shit. The least you could do is tip him.
Ok, so the cookout. The promoter and bartender friends had a cookout at their now flooded former home. The ratio of women to men was off the hook and then men were in heaven, though many of the females were sitting around with stank faces and complaining. No one made them come to this cookout and certainly no one made them stay there. But they proceeded to make it about them, and bitched and whined. Its not your house, not your party, you didnt pay to come here and shit you came empty handed. Your car is RIGHT outsie...heffa, GO HOME THEN, shit.
I could go on and on, especially after my most recent trip to visit DC. The absolute mess of attitude, demands and expectations I saw at Ibiza opened my eyes. Some folks really and truly think everything is about them. Maybe I don't understand it, since I've never been that way when it comes to this sort of thing. I am chuckling at the debauchery that will be my upcoming 30th birthday...maybe I'll make it all about me for that ?..>