Just A Small Thing...
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...except no, it's not that small, it's f'ing annoying as hell.

I skipped going to the Highland Games, got some sleep instead, so I could go to Crucible. People have been saying for months that I should go. Stevie, who is one of my character's best friends, was hosting the party. I figured now was a great time.

So off to the Gathering I went, dressed up, happy, looking forward to seeing old friends and getting in some good roleplay. Lots of fun, right?

I get there and there's a) no air conditioning, b) an average of 20+ flies per room, c) small yippy dogs locked out near the back porch, overwhelming any conversation held out there, and d) the whole place is built on a hill and has a zillion and three stairs. Did I mention that walking up or down stairs makes the pain in my kidney infinitely worse?

But I figure hey, I'll tough it out. It'll be fun. And for the first couple hours it was lots of fun, interacting with people, reconnecting with characters I/my character haven't talked to in quite a while... all well and good.

Now during this, I'm drinking water, LOTS of water, because the last thing I want is to get dehydrated. And this means I end up going to the bathroom, about two hours into game... and guess what? I pass a kidney stone. OUCH. I'm wearing a tight black bodysuit, a black sweater, and a dark blue skirt, so I'm already half-dead of heat, and then this pain tacked on?

NOT fun.

Candice, meanwhile, is dead tired and a bit sore 'cause she's been walking through the Highland Games all morning with a bladder infection. (Candice, btw, is Eamon's girlfriend, in case you hadn't caught that - petite, sweet redhead who eeps a lot) So we decide to go home. As we get to the car Candice says 'hey, wait, why don't we just go to wherever Afters (the traditional coffee-and-snacks, usually held at a Denny's or Shari's, that is done after every game, thus the name) is going to be, and wait there. We can rest, drink some soda, relax, it'll be great.'

This sounds like a good idea so I agree, and she runs back in to ask Mike, the Storyteller - the one in charge - where Afters is going to be. After asking SEVERAL people, they decide to have it at the Shari's all of 5 minutes' drive away. Candice comes back with the directions and off we go.

We sit in the restaraunt for three hours. See, we left at 9:00, game usually ends at 11:00, so we waited until midnight before we were sure no one was coming. Ok. Maybe game got out late, or is still going.

So back into the van we go, and head back to the house everyone was at. Nope, cars all gone, doors closed. Obviously they've left. Maybe we mis-heard the location? So we check the next nearest Shari's, and the nearest Denny's, which takes up another hour of driving. Nope, no one we know at either of those places.

Finally I ask Candice where coffee is normally held when the game is hosted at Mike's house. Keep in mind that we've been out in Beaverton, which is over an hour's drive from Gresham, and a good 45 minutes' drive from Mike's house. She says the 205 Denny's, and since it's on our way home anyway, off we go.

We pull into the parking lot and through the window can see the entire Crucible group, or close to it, with plates and sodas, laughing and making merry. By now we're both tired, frustrated, and annoyed... we stalk in.

Mike, apparently, ONLY told the people in his car that we were going to be at the Shari's he'd first agreed on. However, this bit of information we found out after-the-fact from Juliet and Eamon; Mike himself claimed he had told 'everyone' that we would be there.

They made a joke out of the fact that everyone drove RIGHT PAST the Shari's and didn't even stop to see if we were in there. No one thought to call Candice's cell phone. No one thought to even look in the parking lot - the van is pretty distinctive and was clearly visible from the road.

What's more, no one apologised. Not one person said 'hey, we're sorry, we fucked up'. Not one person did anything but joke about the whole thing.

Not one person cared that Candice and I had been ignored and forgotten. The closest we got to an explanation was 'oh, we didn't think you would REALLY be there'. WTF? We ask where it is, say we're planning to be there, and suddenly it's a SHOCK that we were there?

Pricks. Arrogant, unintelligent, rude, vicious pricks.

If Juliet and Eamon honestly weren't told that we were going to be there, then I don't blame them. No, I blame Mike specifically, and everyone with him.

Candice says she isn't likely to ever go back to Crucible. I KNOW I'm not going back. When I left to go to Afters, I was still pretty happy. Yeah, it had been painful, and a bit gross, and fairly boring, but it was Getting Out, it was Doing Something, it was seeing people I at least THOUGHT were friends. Now? Fuck that. I'm not wasting my time on them. It's pretty obvious that I'm not important, so why bother showing up, neh?

YES, I'm being petty about this. It HURTS. It hurts a lot. I hate being ignored, I hate being forgotten, I hate being treated as if I don't matter.

Just heard from Juliet via Deb that Mike didn't tell anyone but the few people he was riding with, if anyone... and that no, after game they all STOOD AROUND IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE, discussing where to go, and it didn't occur to him to mention us then. Bastard.

Already was a bit iffy about the game because one of the other storytellers is a vicious, lying bitch who has hurt several of my friends, including Deb... and now?

Screw it. Just... screw it.

Like I said, I'm not going to waste my time.

I spent a hellish amount of time in pain today. I spent quite a bit of time dead tired, wishing I was asleep. I spent a few hours actually asleep, reliving a couple of experiences that I would sell my soul to forget.

And the day ends how?

Having my face rubbed into the fact that at least to that group of people, I don't even exist.

Ahh, but the night's not over yet... and I've a sharp knife, and enough painkillers that I won't really feel the sting...

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