you gotta feel sorry for the sober person

I had to go to my friend's bachelorette party tonight. I hit two bars with her and her pre-drunk friends, but I did have two other friends there who only had a drink or two. It's so not my thing, and when you can only have one drink it's hard to loosen up enough to make it more tolerable. But it could've been worse. At least I didn't go on the party bus with them.
As they were rounding up her people (one of my friends rode with me, but we waited to say goodbye til they actually left), there was a guy trying to round up his people.
"Have you seen him? Is he outside? Are people still downstairs? Do I need to make a bathroom check?" pause. "How did I end up being in charge? Why do I have to keep track of everyone?"
When we finally got outside, my friend's party bus was next to the guy's. He stood in the doorway of the bar. "Guys! Is. He. Out here?" He finally got a yes.
But by then all his other guys were mingling with my friend's girls. "Guys, get on the bus. We have to go. Guys!" They started heading that way. The friend who I was driving home and I had to walk past their bus to get to my car. She started talking with them a bit. And, of course, while she was talking with them Superdrunk found me. "Sorry, I'm not the fun one." He said something crude, to which I just replied, "No, I'm the sober one," and gave my friend a "Let's get out of here" look. One of Superdrunk's fairly sober friends came over to rescue me and just started talking. Meanwhile, another guy hollered, "Superdrunk is running!" First guy had gotten on the bus, but heard the holler. "Where did he go?" "Inside." So first guy then got to run inside to again find Superdrunk.
See? At least my night was better than that guy's.