Fallout

Well, didn’t this weekend take an interesting yet aggravating turn. After such a big night out at the Zombie Pary, we never made it to the tourney yesterday afternoon. I got a “where are you call” from Flip during the tourney, but we did get our acts together to make it to the feast last night. The event was fine, the food was lovely, and even though the hall is too small for that many people, it was quite a good night. We ended up leaving early as I STILL had my headache that had been resisting drugs all day 🙂 self inflicted I know!

Brekkie this morning was supposed to be at BigSal’s and Surly’s place, but *(long boring story omitted) it was changed to be at the Jazzy Cat instead. Brekkie was fun, I sat with Big Sal and Dr Nick, and Hubby got to stir N&D a bit about the RH Baronial thing, so he was having fun too. They had some Big Day O Hitting Each Other With Sticks planned, so made arrangements to have dinner at my place tonight. Decided to make my SpagBog for dinner, and was having DrNick, MrC and Flip over. Around 4pm, I texted Flip to find out exactly what time I was expecting them to arrive. He called me around 5.30pm and cancelled. Not Happy Jan… Dinner was already cooked, they should have cancelled earlier. We’re going to be eating Bog for a fortnight!

You know, I think I am a very good friend to Flip, and when we are in the same geographical location, I devote a lot of time and energy to hanging out with him. I try to be supportive when he is having problems, or when he just wants someone to talk to. As his consort, I come along when I can to be supportive, and have no expectations. It occurs to me that he only devotes time to me when it suits him – ie: there is nothing better on the horizon to occupy him. He expects all sorts of consideration from me, but doesn’t reciprocate. It is obvious that he doesn’t particularly value my friendship the way I thought.

This is just like when I went to Spring War last year, he seemed all keen to see me, kept saying he was looking forward to hanging out together… but when I got there, he only had time for Grrr. But that is okay, I understood that and didn’t give it another thought… though you can be sure I would have heard about it if the boot was on the other foot. Like when I went out to dinner with RaCeY when I was in CBR last year, my God the guilt trip Flip laid on me for having the audacity to arrange something that didn’t include him!

I am very disappointed that he has treated me in such an offhand manner, and will have to leave it a few days to calm down before trying to talk to him about it, or I am likely to lose my temper.

Zombie Apocalypse Party

It was a miserable wet day yesterday, and I spent it running around doing errands – groceries, doing things for Mum etc. Blah, blah, blah… and we had the Zombie Apocalypse party to go to, and I REALLY didn’t feel like going, let along getting all gussied up in costume. But it was BartMan’s farewell, and Humbibble’s birthday, and DrNick, Flip and MrC were up from Canberra and we told everyone we would be there. So I dragged my sorry arse to the party…

Big Sal was babysitting Angel for us, which she has been doing a bit of lately – at least there is an upside to her being up the duff and not wanting to go out partying with us! When we arrived at the party, the first thing I noticed is that Flip wasn’t there. Jimbo was there and he too didn’t feel like going out at first, the both of us only made the effort for the same reason – so that Flip wouldn’t get the shits on with us for not turning up!!! Nevermind. Hubby wasn’t in a partying mood, so he took off home rather early again, I dont think he even made it to 10pm!

I decided to stay on and have a few drinks with Dr Nick and Jimbo. A lot of people had gone to quite a bit of effort on the whole zombie theme, and there was fake blood everywhere, stupidly I had worn a nice white top, which, the drunker I got, the bloodier it got! I had a Jimbo handprint on my boob, a Bart handprint on my arse, and LuckyPhil rubbed his face in my cleavage,leaving a bloody face print in the middle of my shirt! It was ruined I tell you!!! Myself and Chappy got stuck into the sparkly, and by the time DarkMan arrived (already half cut on scotch) I am please to report all good judgement was out the window! I ended up outside a couple of times smoking with DarkMan, Jimbo and Gus…. I think… :S I haven’t smoked in nigh on 8 years, so that was kinda interesting. We were all absolutely wasted! I blame the DarkMan, he’s a BAD influence. I ended up having a great night, spent a lot of time talking 😉 with Dr Nick which was cool, I realise I didn’t really know him very well, even though I spent a week in the same house with him last October!

Next thing I knew it was well past 3am, (Jimbo the other reluctant party-tart was still there too!) and I have vague recollections of trying to locate my handbag and some money to get home in a cab, only to realise that I had left it in the car and Hubby had driven off with it! Someone (have to figure out who) gave me some cash to get home, and Dr Nick came with me as there was no where really to crash at Blokenstein. So even though originally I didn’t want to go, and was annoyed when Flip wasn’t there, I had an absolute ball of a time. We need more nights like this, talking with friends, having a few drinks, a few laughs, staying out late, smoking God only knows what…. gotta love it.

Right about now, we are supposed to be at the KotN tourney… but DrNick is snoozing, and the way my head feels, there is no way on this planet you could con me into getting into garb and poncing around in a park this afternoon 🙂

Have made a new rule – Rule No 1: Don’t party with the DarkMan!!!
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