wolven7 | The party, and preceding. (Reply)

There are good parts and bad parts to this story, from my vantage, and as a light on some people. I'm not really "mad" about it, but it most certainly pissed me off at the time, so it's worth note. Copied from an email, slightly modified.:

I started off angry at bullshit, and what seemed like people trying to surreptitiously hook me up with people, at the gaming session, last night.It was... Not appreciated. (QNTAL - [Frühling]). Once again, nothing against the girl, she's simply not for me. The other annoyances came from the people in the gaming session not working together, and being generally bitchy at me, in game, and slightly out, and me letting it get to me. I think it was late, and almost everyone was tired. *shrug* Then, on the ride home, as i was Listening to APC, trying to calm down, get my head together, and all, every one and their mothers tried to call me, from the party. That pissed me off.

When i got home, i came directly up to my room, and talked to

mech_angel, while changing clothes. I then took the Stop Being Fucked Up Stick, just in case, and went down stairs to finish of a bottle of Jager, and 1/4 a bottle of Cthulade. That last was mostly chugged, during a Norse Semble. (In Strict Confidence - [Eye of Heaven]). Gathering including toasting the gods, the deeds of an Ancestor, a Boast or Oath, and then a general Toast. Goes around in a circle, and after each of those rounds, you take a swig of whatever you were drinking. I was drinking Cthulade. Which i can't finish all of, and the Norse Bastards know it ;) Can't let it get completely empty. Things got progressively better, as the night went on. More drunk i got, the better things were. "The more i wished you were here."

The SBFU Stick and, later, Steve, the Crowbar of Responsibility, were not simply for other people at the party. They were Outward manifestations of things i needed to remember.

The party ended with me being a Stubborn host, and refusing to sleep, while Megan and Michael were still awake in my house. I didn't want them to want for anything, should i not be around. I was eventually cajoled to sleep, around the time i was pretty sure they'd he ok.

The party was for Moving out, and the start of school, tomorrow.

I had really weird dreams, involving Patrick, going to see what was ostensibly "Evil Dead," "Donnie Darko," style because a portal opened up, in the screen, and there was something about classic Disney characters, and time travel. (Rasputina& Marilyn Manson - [Transylvanian Concubine]). Patrick got into a shouting match, with some lady, over Elizabeth predicting and saying parts of the movie.

Oh, and chugging that pint of Cthulade? That was the bad idea pants. Not quite the bad idea jumpsuit, just the pants.

Later

{4.22pm: I forgot one of the best things about yesterday:

raoin gave me a hardbacked copy of Brian Greene's The Elegant Universe, for my birthday. Because she rocks. *nods*

Also, there were other parts of that dream, involving wandering around with

bakeneko, at Horizons, and what seemed, in part, like my great grandmother's farm, in Virginia, talking about things. Strange.}