What a crappy night. I went to the UK game yesterday and afterward I was going to go to a party Todd had invited me to at one of his friend’s houses. So I went and had a thoroughly crappy time for the half hour I was there. I got ignored because everyone around me (as in, everyone at the party) was in the middle of some game. I came in, got two words out of Todd because he’d had a bit too much to drink, and then was promptly ignored by everyone else. I had no idea what was going on with the game because no one thought to tell me. In fact, no one thought to talk to me at all. I did speak to a girl I know from work, but nothing else came of it. When I tried to join in the game, a friend of Todd’s rudely cut me off, chiding me as if I were a child and actually giving me a little head shake; I halfway expected her to start wagging her finger at me, too.
So I sat there and ate the Qdoba I’d brought along, looking around and trying to figure out the game. It was something where everyone was a villager trying to decide who was a werewolf. Once I finished eating, I tried to get the host’s attention, and that same girl cut me off again, saying “No, Sarah!” in this “how many times do I have to tell you??” voice. This time I just talked over her, fairly shouting to be heard, saying that I just wanted to ask a question. I was pretty pissed off at this point about the stupidity of coming to a party where everyone knew everyone else and just excluded outsiders to the point of ignoring them (no words of greeting, no idle chat, nothing), as well as that one girl’s rudeness, so I’m pretty sure they could hear the annoyance when I talked over the girl. I then politely asked the host where his trash can was so that I could throw away my trash. Pssh…
I decided I’d had enough and, since the party was at a house a few streets down from my apartment, I decided to walk home. My excuse for leaving was just to hear my cell phone, since it was very loud in there. When I first set out, I gave Jess a call to have someone to talk to since it was late at night. I could tell immediately something was wrong because of her tone, so I asked and found out she had had a wreck while driving home from dropping me off at the party. It was minor because she rear-ended a girl at low speed when coming to a stop light, but it indicates a bigger problem because her brakes didn’t respond as they should. She’s already had the full braking system replaced on this car before, not just the brake pads, so this might be indicative of another major issue. Hopefully she’s just low on brake fluid or she needs new pads. At least the girl she hit wasn’t freaking out about it, but just said they didn’t have to call the police because her car was messed up anyway. They exchanged information and Jess called the cops anyway, but the girl doesn’t want to file a report and Jess is hoping it stays at that.
Needless to say, she was pretty shook up when I got home, and I told her what had happened at the party. We both came to the conclusion that, after the game, we should’ve each just gone home. I could have had a nice couple of hours playing The Sims 2, then gone to bed. When crap like this happens, I always wonder though if maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, if maybe, had we gone home directly, something even worse would’ve happened, like maybe her brakes would have given out at a more critical time and we’d both be in the hospital now.
I’m up bright and early this morning despite my late night, and I’m going to do some homework. I’ve got reading in two classes and an assignment in artificial intelligence, all of it due tomorrow, so I’d better get cracking. Or, as has been my word choice for the past few days for reasons unknown, I’d better get crack-a-lackin’.
cliques and crashes
What a crappy night. I went to the UK game yesterday and afterward I was going to go to a party Todd had invited me to at one of his friend’s houses. So I went and had a thoroughly crappy time for the half hour I was there. I got ignored because everyone around me (as in, everyone at the party) was in the middle of some game. I came in, got two words out of Todd because he’d had a bit too much to drink, and then was promptly ignored by everyone else. I had no idea what was going on with the game because no one thought to tell me. In fact, no one thought to talk to me at all. I did speak to a girl I know from work, but nothing else came of it. When I tried to join in the game, a friend of Todd’s rudely cut me off, chiding me as if I were a child and actually giving me a little head shake; I halfway expected her to start wagging her finger at me, too.
So I sat there and ate the Qdoba I’d brought along, looking around and trying to figure out the game. It was something where everyone was a villager trying to decide who was a werewolf. Once I finished eating, I tried to get the host’s attention, and that same girl cut me off again, saying “No, Sarah!” in this “how many times do I have to tell you??” voice. This time I just talked over her, fairly shouting to be heard, saying that I just wanted to ask a question. I was pretty pissed off at this point about the stupidity of coming to a party where everyone knew everyone else and just excluded outsiders to the point of ignoring them (no words of greeting, no idle chat, nothing), as well as that one girl’s rudeness, so I’m pretty sure they could hear the annoyance when I talked over the girl. I then politely asked the host where his trash can was so that I could throw away my trash. Pssh…
I decided I’d had enough and, since the party was at a house a few streets down from my apartment, I decided to walk home. My excuse for leaving was just to hear my cell phone, since it was very loud in there. When I first set out, I gave Jess a call to have someone to talk to since it was late at night. I could tell immediately something was wrong because of her tone, so I asked and found out she had had a wreck while driving home from dropping me off at the party. It was minor because she rear-ended a girl at low speed when coming to a stop light, but it indicates a bigger problem because her brakes didn’t respond as they should. She’s already had the full braking system replaced on this car before, not just the brake pads, so this might be indicative of another major issue. Hopefully she’s just low on brake fluid or she needs new pads. At least the girl she hit wasn’t freaking out about it, but just said they didn’t have to call the police because her car was messed up anyway. They exchanged information and Jess called the cops anyway, but the girl doesn’t want to file a report and Jess is hoping it stays at that.
Needless to say, she was pretty shook up when I got home, and I told her what had happened at the party. We both came to the conclusion that, after the game, we should’ve each just gone home. I could have had a nice couple of hours playing The Sims 2, then gone to bed. When crap like this happens, I always wonder though if maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, if maybe, had we gone home directly, something even worse would’ve happened, like maybe her brakes would have given out at a more critical time and we’d both be in the hospital now.
I’m up bright and early this morning despite my late night, and I’m going to do some homework. I’ve got reading in two classes and an assignment in artificial intelligence, all of it due tomorrow, so I’d better get cracking. Or, as has been my word choice for the past few days for reasons unknown, I’d better get crack-a-lackin’.