The Third Wheel

I'm so pissed off at my mom.

Tonight was supposed to be our night together. We went to see Arturo Sandoval over at Jazz Alley, and we had the tickets for about two weeks. So about 30 minutes before we left, she tells me that she is bringing a "new guy" to the show.
Recently, mother has been shopping for guys, aka going to bars, buying expensive jewelry to look better, and coming home in a drunken stupor.
So I sat there and watched Mother and Amo (he's turkish) drink $150 worth of wine and end up with a 300 dollar check. I didnt talk during this time. I just listened to the show (which was AMAZING btw). And as they got drunker and drunker, I just felt forgotten like a third wheel.
So I drove them to Amo's house, i just hope she gets back in the morning.

I think Amo is a jerk, just like all her other "friends."

On the upside however I got to meet Arturo, which was awesome. I will never wash this hand.