wolven7 | " I always knew it was going to be like this." Third installment.

Before reading this, please note: I am, recently, in no mood to put up with bullshit. Of any sort, or variety. My reactions to it are quick, but thought out. I never claimed to be a great man. "Guess i'm just a good man... Well i'm alright..." - Malcolm Reynolds, "Firefly"

Highlights, from last night's party (only slightly ironic):

-- Me, having to yell at people, to stop fucking around, on the edge of my garage roof, "before one of you dies. By My Hand." This immediate followed by someone, i'm not going to name, out of personal respect (for My person), telling me that they wanted to die. I told them to come downt he stiars to me, and i grabbed them by the throat, asking them why they wanted to die. When they informed me that they could still breathe, i tightened my grip, until they passed out. This took about one minute. I woke them up, looked them in the eye, and asked them if they remembered what had just happened. When they told me that they didn't remember, i told them what happened, and told them that they were Not going to die, in my house. No matter what self-destructive tendencies they may want to exhibit, they were Not going to die, in my house, they were going to die at Home, if anywhere. But not in my house. Someone else gave them some water, I told them to sit, breathe, calm down, and stay away from whatever else had been going on, on the garage roof, and calm down. They told me i was nice, and they meant it. I said, "Yes, I can be nice. But, as you've seen, i can also be very mean." At this point, i went inside, and talked to more people.

--About 20 minutes later, i'm called down, from talking to Bob, on the roof, because there's some kind of fight, happening, in my back yard. They are circling each other, and growling, and fighting, next to a stone wall. I go upstairs and i get the Stop Being Fucked Up Stick, and go back outside. I ask the two combatants, one of whom didn't take my earlier advice of Calming Down, what the fuck they thought they were doing. One of them rushes me (not the one who passed out). He pushes me, i hit him in the chest,

damnedsaint grabs him, a friend of our grabs his legs, and they subdue him, so as not to have him do further damage to himself or others. They hold him steady, while a friend of his clams him down, taking to him, in a soothing manner, trying to get himn to stop. This works. Around this time

electroncat shows up, with cookies. After they calm combatant B down, i go inside, and talk to Megan. Jeff, the guy who grabbed combatant B's legs, offers to help keep an eye on things. We like Jeff. He's good people.

-- 30 minutes later. After mingling, talking, enjoying the company of my mostly wonderful guests, i am informed that combatant B has thrown up in my living room, on my floor. This annoys me, but i ignore it. "Game over, man! Game over! What are we gonna do now?!" And i washed my hands of further drama, for the evening.

During the course of the night, i had several good converstaions, and

atlqueenrai,

lilsayermonster, and her boyfriend Chris showed up. It was good to see them all, under pleasant circumstances. I spent most of the night wandering, drinking Cthulade, and hanging out with

reannaremick,

tribeofone,

techiecl, and

electroncat. We hid, in the library, after a while. Where, at about 5 am, we heard people start having sex, in the living room. That was vaguely amusing :)

There are pictures of some of the evening's hapneings, Here, including This one, which is, i think, my second favourite picture of me, ever. The first favourite is of me and

mech_angel, in Philly, next to the Greyhound station, at night, and was taken by a homeless man. That's my favourite picture of me, ever.

At one point during the evening, i had a conversation with Jeff, and Ashley A., and they said something that made all the bullshit and drama seem worth it. They thanked me for thworing parties because, without them, they never would have opened up, and met as many awesome people as they had. That made me feel like we were doing something right. Everything else was inconsequential.

In other news, hugs make everything better: Give your friends a hug, today.

Later.