I've been sick since Thursday. I'm pretty sure I picked it up in the castle, and it's been brutal. It went from a mild cough, to a bad hack, to fever and shakes and yacking. Just not cool. I am functional now, but my stupid nose just won't stop dripping. *gags My boss even sent me home early today because she could see the fade on my face.
So anyway, to back up from this to an earlier line, I wound up going stag to that birthday party. What a clusterfuck. As you recall, one of the birthday parties was at this "Speakeasy Bar". I put it in quotes because it was never shared with the group directly and was loosely explained as such, with the terms "immersion theater" thrown around as well. Very expensive tickets were bought by one of the birthday girl's friend's credit cards for the whole group, which was about 18 of us in total, and the birthday girl was the one communicating with the group.
So the blurb about the "meet-up spot" came the day before the event. The instructions on that were very clear, everyone had access to them. Several times it was asked when and where we should meet up, and was it necessary to show up as a group, or should we all just fend for ourselves? Instead of any of those questions being answered by anyone throwing this party, the birthday girl sets up a dinner before hand, says "if you want to come please do, if not, see you there!"
Anyone else who's organized large groups before I bet is cringing right now, and rightfully so. Having nothing else to go on except the same blurb about the "meet-up spot" as everyone else, I showed up to the meet spot early and just waited for people I know to show up. It's not till 5 minutes after the meet time that people I know show up, birthday girl and her group from dinner, and then there's the clusterfuck of money. Slimy Dude walks up to me, extends his hand and says, "hi! I'm the guy who paid. Give me money." No really. So when I laugh back at him before I go for my wallet, then he tacks on, "no wait, I didn't mean to sound rude... I mean, well-" and then shuts up entirely when I hand over the money for the tickets and walks off. I'm fairly certain it was Jewish Guilt that kept him coming back to talk to me for the rest of the night, only to dig his hole further and further with each word that would come out of his mouth.
So yeah, you might have noticed I said ticketS, that's because I was suppose to have a date! First I asked My Monster, but he was going to be off on business. Then I asked Seg, he already had plans. Then I asked Ben, who said he would go, but then got sick 24hrs before the event. So I asked Dylan in a fit of not wanting to let a Very Expensive ticket go to waste, who said he would go, and then a hour before the event informed he wasn't actually free until 10p, when I told him up front that we were suppose to meet up at 8p. *sigh So I got to pay for 2 tickets and use one.
Back to the clusterfuck. As I said before, there was 18 of us in total that bought tickets. 14 of us showed up. This production was still brand-new, and the person checking us in had no clue what to do with a group of us so large. They wound up splitting us up into two groups, me, Slimy Dude, my married friends, and Slimy Dude's girlfriend. Everyone else was in the other group. We take this map and walk to our entrance, and then have our opening scenes, with a few drinks (which were the only saving grace) before we're released into the rest of the place. I go up to the balcony and find the birthday girl, give my happy birthdays, and within 30 seconds of being there she's running off, and doesn't come back. I only bumped into her again at the end, the last 15min, and shared a table silently while watching the play before the end. The play itself was very well done and entertaining and everything, it was just not what was expected, and spent almost no time of a very expensive night with the birthday girl, which was my whole point for going.
After that whole mess, I was pretty much done with people, so I met up with My Monster and went home. The next day the birthday girl Facebooked me to ask, "where did you disappear to last night?" I have to wonder why people who would identify as polite even say such things. Maybe they really are that wrapped up in themselves not to notice, but if you didn't notice all night before that, why bother to make it sound like you care now?
Jesbain's birthday was much more fun. Her Ma'am and she were hanging around outside when I showed up, so I got to walk in with the birthday girl! I also got to meet her Ma'am's wife, and we all chit chatted and watched Jesbian go all crazy in her pink-sparkle-leather-princess-glory. She earned her fuchsia hanky, that's for 1,000 spanks. I got to give her about 50 of those. :}
Jesbian's Ma'am also made it a point to say I was on a very short YES list. Awwww, so sweet. They're a nice leather family, I'm sure I'll be seeing them again.
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