Skipping The Party.
It is pretty common for friends to get married in droves during the mid to late 20′s/early 30′s. My friends seem to be getting hitched left and right.
One of my good friends had proposed to his long time girl friend and best friend. They were getting married and it was very exciting. I was fortunate enough to be included in the top secret plan for a crazy surprise bachelor party for our friend. The plan was for a group of about 8-10 of us to surprise our friend in April(with the help of his soon to wife) with a bachelor party in Las Vegas over a long weekend with people flying in from all over the U.S.
This was going to be an amazing time for all. I was very excited and had committed to going along for the weekend of debauchery with many long time friends and new friends.
Coordinating this awesome weekend took months and one of my fellow friends was doing all of the work behind the scenes including raising enough money from our collective group to pay for the soon to be married friend to fly and stay on us.
A few months after committing to attend I was continuing to struggle with getting my life together and on track. I stupidly decided I would take a month off in December to travel and try to find myself. It was a great time but what I should have been doing, was socking away money for the weekend in Vegas that was fast approaching in April. The weekend in Vegas would likely have cost me nearly as much as I spent during my whole month away but I was not thinking about that. My mind and emotions were all over the place.
After I went away for the month, I realized it was time for me to move away from my business. With that being the case, I would need to start paying things down and prepping to the next part of my life. I would have another large overdraft balance to pay down, many looming business expenses to deal with and much more. Plus it would be an intense time of hunting for another job, clearing out a 1500 square foot space that was full of stuff and figuring out my next move.
I realized that I would have to back out and mentally struggled with letting my friends know that I would not be meeting them in Vegas. It really sucked and I felt like a terrible human being.
I told them a few weeks prior to the adventure and told them I would still send my share of the money to cover the expenses of the bachelor. The day of the celebration I send the money to them via paypal and tried to keep my mind off of how much of a douchebag I felt like.
I kept a full schedule and worked out to try and keep my mind off of it. I kept circling back to how much I hated myself for putting myself in such a shitty situation.
Another life lesson. Figure your shit out and start looking ahead.