Losing life in a motionless queue

Next time someone asks me why I don't go out - I swear I'm going to give them a slap in the face and tell them 'Because of you!'

No, I do not drink, gamble or be seen dead in bars; yet I found myself at Conrad Jupiter's for a friend's 18th birthday.

First, I had difficulty selecting a present... What do you give someone for their 18th? I thought back to my birthday and found that was no help - my birthday went un-noticed by most of my friends and I heard a Happy Birthday all of twice.
I decided on a bottle of Midori as I'd heard her once say that she liked it. I spent my whole month's allowance (as I'm living on what I had saved before I realised I had no work) and bought her a huge bottle in a collectors tin that flashes different coloured lights - I did not think that was a shabby present at all!
Oh, but when I gave it to her, you would've thought she could have looked a little more excited... A fake smile and an obviously fake thank you - I wanted to snatch it back and make her beg for it.
When her family arrived we sat in the Atrium Bar (basically the old people's bar of the casino). I watched as Fish ripped at the paper wrapping her family's presents as if she were in fact a dog digging a hole - and when she got through it she threw it on the floor; reminding me exactly of the little girl in the movie Babe who burst into tears when she didn't get what she wanted. Only, Fish didn't cry; she made high pitched squealing noises that I assume were out of excitement. You're 18 - act it!
Progressing to dinner in an entourage of an already tipsy Fish and her weird family members, I sat down one end of the table and communicated with nothing but my baked pumpkin - I was still nursing the offense I felt whilst giving the present.
Throughout dessert, one of Fish's friends - too insignificant to me to name - continued to complain that we should hurry up and get to the PA Bar, before the line got too long. Apparently, it was Uni Night and the bar was very popular.
When we arrived at the Bar's entrance I was astounded at the length of the line - it was at least 20 metres long and 4 people wide. It was 9.15pm, the bar was full and the only way to get in, was for people to leave.
I rolled my eyes. Great. I love going out so really I don't mind standing in a queue to get into a pathetic bar, waiting for people to get drunk enough to pass out. I waited in the line with my face as emotionless as possible.
But Fish had other ideas; she and her two 'favourite' friends began to flirt with the Bouncer - as I waited in line - and begged in high pitched and slurring voices, if he would let us in on account of her birthday.
10 minutes later, the trio had disappeared. I asked the security guard if he'd let my friends in.
He said yes.
I asked if he'd let me in.
He said no.
I told him that I was with them.
He told me that he could only let 3 in. He said he also told them, and they said that was ok; that I was willing to wait.

I left the line after an hour - after wasting an hour of my life on someone other than me.

Driving home in angry tears I vowed that I would no longer do things because it's the right thing to do; instead because it's what I want to do ~

Why not? Everyone else does.