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bee_yorkLOL what a clusterfuck of a weekend! I have to say LOL cuz I don't know what else to say even.
Friday's play was shit. Sooo boring and overdramatic and unoriginal and just crap. There was an after-party with FREE BOOZE AND FREE FOOD but considering how sick I was, I just went home. No way could I handle any of that, which is such a shame because....well, do I really need to explain why missing out on free booze and free food is a shame?
As for last night...oh man LAST NIGHT. I am totally putting this under a cut, cuz omg is it long. I don't expect anyone to read this--this is for me, so that I remember all the details of the night, as I honestly can't remember the last time I had a night that was so full of utter miscommunication and fuckery. For me, it will always be known as
Between the flu and my period, I sooooooo didn't want to go out, and it got to the point that for $20, I didn't even care--they could keep the $20 and I would have happily stayed home, not to mention that it was a CHARITY FUNDRAISER so whether I attended or not, the $ from my ticket would still go to the charity. The thing is, I had invited Gladys and Tali along, so wtf would they have done had I not shown up? They didn't know each other, and even tho Tali knows Mike's parents, Gladys didn't, and I couldn't fathom leaving her alone with them. Think of how awkward that would be!
So, sick and dizzy and totally contagious, I make the long trek to Côte-Vertu station and get on the super-packed 470 and about half-way through the ride (which is about an hour away from my apartment downtown by this point, for clarity) I get a text from Mike saying his parents had called him to say that the fundraiser was NOT at the Casa Grecque on St-Jean, aka the one EVERYONE knows about, the one I was going to. No, it was at some other Casa Grecque which was on Gouin. So I asked him if it was the one near Fredmir, but he said NO, it's in ROXBORO, across from Roxboro train station, nowhere near where I was going, nowhere near where the 470 goes. So, not only did I have to completely re-route myself (I'd have to wait for the 470 to get to Pierrefonds, get off and switch buses to get to Roxboro), but I also had to contact Gladys and Tali and let them know that there was a change of location. Problem is, I'm on Pay As You Go, and I didn't know how many minutes I had left on my phone. To save $, I send one text to Gladys and Tali explaining to them the change of location. I was so angry to have just found out *right then* that the fundraiser was there--so frakking angry--I don't have the words. Why couldn't his parents have told me this a MONTH AGO??!?!?? WTF?! On top of everything else, I was going to be a minimum of a half-hour late now that I had to completely change directions.
So things get even more fucked up from here. First, Mike's dad calls me to make sure I had gotten the message and to ask where I was at this point. I had to speak quickly and told him I had to hang up as I didn't have many minutes left and I had to make sure I had enough minutes to be able to contact Gladys and Tali if need be. Then I get a text from Gladys who said there was no Casa Grecque on Gouin in Roxboro but there was one on Gouin near Fredmir, but I didn't know what to say to that since Mike had insisted that it was NOT near Fredmir.
Then Gladys calls me to ask the address for Casa Grecque, which of course I didn't have, and of course I had to rush her through the phone call because of the whole Pay As You Go thing, and I couldn't answer any of her questions as I didn't have the address nor the cross-street for the restaurant. I told her to look it up online but she couldn't as she was in the car with her poor mother who was trying to drive her to the right place.
At this point, I was nearing Pierrefonds Boulevard (or so I thought, it was dark and impossible to see) so I told Gladys I was going to get on the 68 and get to Roxboro soon.
But, I got off at the wrong stop--one stop too early. So I had to walk the rest of the way to Pierrefonds Boulvard, and I get there just in time to see the 68 zoom by. The next 68 wasn't coming for another 20 minutes.
Oh, and my cell phone was dying. It said 'low battery' and the battery sign was red. On top of being short on minutes, I wasn't sure how much power the phone had left in it, so if worst came to worst and I found a dep to buy more minutes for my phone, all the minutes in the world wouldn't save my phone if the battery died completely.
MOTHERFUCK.
So, not knowing if I'd run out of minutes or power first, I text Mike's dad to ask the EXACT address for Casa Grecque as my friend was lost and waited to hear back from him, hoping for the best.
Meanwhile, I've gotten several texts from Gladys who's very confused (and who could blame her?) wondering where she should go and I don't respond as I don't know what to tell her.
Meanwhile, I STILL haven't heard back from Tali.
Then Mike's dad texts me back to say the Casa Grecque is indeed on Fredmir, in other words specifically where Mike told me NOT to go. Wtfffffffff. I wondered where the hell I had sent Gladys, wtf happened to Tali, and what I should do next. All while I was dizzy with fever, in the condition where just thinking of very simple things was difficult, nevermind this huge clusterfuck I had suddenly found myself in the middle of. I was almost on the verge of tears, wtf was I supposed to do? And why did I have to be sick during all of this??!
Soooo I send Gladys a text asking her to tell me exactly where she was and if she were near Fredmir. I decided fuck everything else, I would go where Gladys was REGARDLESS of where Mike's parents were waiting, and figure everything out from there. Mike's parents were not my priority at that moment--finding Gladys was. I felt SO bad for dragging her back and forth like that, and I figured if I could at least find her, then I'd relax and we could take our time and find Mike's parents afterward.
Luckily I get a reply from Gladys BEFORE I get on the bus, and it turns out she's on Fredmir! Which I realize is SORT of in walking distance from where I was, but considering how late I was by that point already, I decide to use up another ride on my pass and get on the bus to speed me up a bit. I still had to walk quite a bit from the bus stop I got off at, but the few blocks the bus brought me definitely saved me a bit of time.
So I finally get to Casa Grecque on Fredmir 45 minutes late and two hours after I had left my apartment, find Gladys and Mike's parents and we sit down at their table.
First of all, the reception hall was SO INSANELY CROWDED with tables and people, it was about a million degrees in there and it looked, felt, and sounded like a Halloween wedding reception on New Year's Eve. It was a costume party (I didn't wear a costume; I just wore a polka dot dress and wore my Minnie Mouse ears from Disneyworld). With my pounding headache, dizziness, and swimmy feverish brain, I can't quite describe what it felt like in there. As if the fever wasn't causing me to sweat enough as it was, it was roughly 500 degrees in there with all those people and their costumes. There was booze EVERYWHERE (it was BYOB) and ohhh how I wished I could indulge!
The table Mike's parents were at had SO many people at it that Gladys and I could barely fit. So much for my plan to not touch anyone--we were squeezed in so tightly that my knees were constantly hitting Gladys' knees, and my elbows kept bashing the lady sitting next to me.
And Tali STILL hadn't gotten there yet. I had no idea how she was going to fit!
Because it was so loud in there, I had to scream for Mike's parents to be able to hear me, which KILLED my throat, so I ended up having to lean right in their faces for them to hear me, so YAY SPREADING GERMS. *headdesk* Yay for lose/lose situations!
From looking around, I'd say the average age of people at this fundraiser were in their 40s and 50s. For some reason I will have to ask them about in the future, Mike's parents were sitting with a bunch of 20-somethings, the only 20-somethings in the whole room from what I could see.
A very, very, very drunk bunch of 20-somethings. They kept whipping out cartons of beer from some undisclosed never-ending booze stash they kept under the table. They were really drunk and loud, and that didn't bother me, but as Gladys pointed out, people at other tables kept turning around to give our table dirty looks. It got embarrassing when they would announce things (raffle winners and things like that) and the whole room was quiet and listening but the 20-somethings at our table started snickering very drunkenly and loudly and people would turn and stare.
At one point, one of them 20-something stood up and stood right next to me (can't blame him for that, it was impossible to see what was going on in the front of the room since we were crowded into the back AND there was a fracking PILLAR in the middle of the room obstructing our view even more) but the problem began when he started scratching his crotch RIGHT IN MY FACE. I could tell by the way he was holding his beer (and yelling things) he was much too wasted to realize what he was doing, but STILL. Ewwwwwwwwruuugh.
After I had already been there for at least an hour, they announced the AC was working again. OMG THERE HAD BEEN NO AC ALL THIS TIME. The AC definitely made a bit of a difference, but not all that much!
Finally I got a text from Tali. She couldn't make it out because of an emergency and apologized about a billion times, and said she'd pay us back for the ticket, but I was actually relieved at this point because I couldn't imagine fitting her at the table. As it was, I was eating with my soup bowl on my lap because there just wasn't any room.
There was another good point--my appetite was back, so I was able to eat. :)
Oh, then there was the....talent? contest. I have no idea what to call it. Some people lipsynched, others 'sang'. I think I can sum up the entire thing best with a question from Gladys, that she asked in all honesty--"I don't get it. Are they being bad on purpose, or...?"
Yeah, that about sums it up.
Then we had to vote for those people. We had a ballot, but three of the people's names were wrong, and another person's name was correct but the song they performed was not.
According to the ballot, one girl was credited as going up to simply sing 'Lady Gaga'. She got up there and sang an Adam Lambert song.
All that fuckery aside tho, it was fun, and I would loved to have stayed and party had I felt well. My head felt like it was going to explode though, so a couple of hours in I asked my soon-to-be in-laws how long the fundraiser was supposed to last. They said all night long! I told them there was no way I was going to make it that late, or even much longer, so I ended up leaving at 9:30. I felt bad leaving only 3 hours after I had gotten there, but at the same time, I was kind of impressed with myself having lasted that long. After all, it HAD taken me TWO HOURS to get there.
I figured Gladys was going to leave at the same time as me, but to my (happy) surprise, she decided to say. I noticed that she and Mike's mom were REALLY engaged conversation, so that was awesome, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't totally curious as to what they were talking about!
I was soooo anxious about getting home, seeing as I was on Fredmir it was going to be a super-long ride no matter which way it took, but lucky me, Mike's dad gave me a lift to Fairview! It turns out I had JUST missed the 470 and had to wait for the next one, but STILL...it took quite a bit of traveling time off my route!
I was SO happy to get home and crawl into my PJs and onto the sofa. I sent Gladys a message on FB asking how long she stuck around and how the rest of the night was, and she responded right away, saying she was still there and that Mike's parents were "awesome". I was so surprised, but relieved and happy. The whole way home I was wondering if Gladys had had a good time and if she was OK and if she had gone home or not. I feel sooooo bad for all the fuckery getting to the restaurant, and then not even being able to stay there the whole night. But she seemed to have had a good time, so whew.
But the curiosity is killing me...what in the world did she speak to Mike's parents about all night?! I am SO happy they got along so well---after all, they're sort of like my parents too---but really, WTF? What did they talk about?! XD lol I'm all curious and amused.
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phoenixblur! <3
Oh wow. I honestly think that this is the longest LJ post I have ever written. XD
Friday's play was shit. Sooo boring and overdramatic and unoriginal and just crap. There was an after-party with FREE BOOZE AND FREE FOOD but considering how sick I was, I just went home. No way could I handle any of that, which is such a shame because....well, do I really need to explain why missing out on free booze and free food is a shame?
As for last night...oh man LAST NIGHT. I am totally putting this under a cut, cuz omg is it long. I don't expect anyone to read this--this is for me, so that I remember all the details of the night, as I honestly can't remember the last time I had a night that was so full of utter miscommunication and fuckery. For me, it will always be known as
Between the flu and my period, I sooooooo didn't want to go out, and it got to the point that for $20, I didn't even care--they could keep the $20 and I would have happily stayed home, not to mention that it was a CHARITY FUNDRAISER so whether I attended or not, the $ from my ticket would still go to the charity. The thing is, I had invited Gladys and Tali along, so wtf would they have done had I not shown up? They didn't know each other, and even tho Tali knows Mike's parents, Gladys didn't, and I couldn't fathom leaving her alone with them. Think of how awkward that would be!
So, sick and dizzy and totally contagious, I make the long trek to Côte-Vertu station and get on the super-packed 470 and about half-way through the ride (which is about an hour away from my apartment downtown by this point, for clarity) I get a text from Mike saying his parents had called him to say that the fundraiser was NOT at the Casa Grecque on St-Jean, aka the one EVERYONE knows about, the one I was going to. No, it was at some other Casa Grecque which was on Gouin. So I asked him if it was the one near Fredmir, but he said NO, it's in ROXBORO, across from Roxboro train station, nowhere near where I was going, nowhere near where the 470 goes. So, not only did I have to completely re-route myself (I'd have to wait for the 470 to get to Pierrefonds, get off and switch buses to get to Roxboro), but I also had to contact Gladys and Tali and let them know that there was a change of location. Problem is, I'm on Pay As You Go, and I didn't know how many minutes I had left on my phone. To save $, I send one text to Gladys and Tali explaining to them the change of location. I was so angry to have just found out *right then* that the fundraiser was there--so frakking angry--I don't have the words. Why couldn't his parents have told me this a MONTH AGO??!?!?? WTF?! On top of everything else, I was going to be a minimum of a half-hour late now that I had to completely change directions.
So things get even more fucked up from here. First, Mike's dad calls me to make sure I had gotten the message and to ask where I was at this point. I had to speak quickly and told him I had to hang up as I didn't have many minutes left and I had to make sure I had enough minutes to be able to contact Gladys and Tali if need be. Then I get a text from Gladys who said there was no Casa Grecque on Gouin in Roxboro but there was one on Gouin near Fredmir, but I didn't know what to say to that since Mike had insisted that it was NOT near Fredmir.
Then Gladys calls me to ask the address for Casa Grecque, which of course I didn't have, and of course I had to rush her through the phone call because of the whole Pay As You Go thing, and I couldn't answer any of her questions as I didn't have the address nor the cross-street for the restaurant. I told her to look it up online but she couldn't as she was in the car with her poor mother who was trying to drive her to the right place.
At this point, I was nearing Pierrefonds Boulevard (or so I thought, it was dark and impossible to see) so I told Gladys I was going to get on the 68 and get to Roxboro soon.
But, I got off at the wrong stop--one stop too early. So I had to walk the rest of the way to Pierrefonds Boulvard, and I get there just in time to see the 68 zoom by. The next 68 wasn't coming for another 20 minutes.
Oh, and my cell phone was dying. It said 'low battery' and the battery sign was red. On top of being short on minutes, I wasn't sure how much power the phone had left in it, so if worst came to worst and I found a dep to buy more minutes for my phone, all the minutes in the world wouldn't save my phone if the battery died completely.
MOTHERFUCK.
So, not knowing if I'd run out of minutes or power first, I text Mike's dad to ask the EXACT address for Casa Grecque as my friend was lost and waited to hear back from him, hoping for the best.
Meanwhile, I've gotten several texts from Gladys who's very confused (and who could blame her?) wondering where she should go and I don't respond as I don't know what to tell her.
Meanwhile, I STILL haven't heard back from Tali.
Then Mike's dad texts me back to say the Casa Grecque is indeed on Fredmir, in other words specifically where Mike told me NOT to go. Wtfffffffff. I wondered where the hell I had sent Gladys, wtf happened to Tali, and what I should do next. All while I was dizzy with fever, in the condition where just thinking of very simple things was difficult, nevermind this huge clusterfuck I had suddenly found myself in the middle of. I was almost on the verge of tears, wtf was I supposed to do? And why did I have to be sick during all of this??!
Soooo I send Gladys a text asking her to tell me exactly where she was and if she were near Fredmir. I decided fuck everything else, I would go where Gladys was REGARDLESS of where Mike's parents were waiting, and figure everything out from there. Mike's parents were not my priority at that moment--finding Gladys was. I felt SO bad for dragging her back and forth like that, and I figured if I could at least find her, then I'd relax and we could take our time and find Mike's parents afterward.
Luckily I get a reply from Gladys BEFORE I get on the bus, and it turns out she's on Fredmir! Which I realize is SORT of in walking distance from where I was, but considering how late I was by that point already, I decide to use up another ride on my pass and get on the bus to speed me up a bit. I still had to walk quite a bit from the bus stop I got off at, but the few blocks the bus brought me definitely saved me a bit of time.
So I finally get to Casa Grecque on Fredmir 45 minutes late and two hours after I had left my apartment, find Gladys and Mike's parents and we sit down at their table.
First of all, the reception hall was SO INSANELY CROWDED with tables and people, it was about a million degrees in there and it looked, felt, and sounded like a Halloween wedding reception on New Year's Eve. It was a costume party (I didn't wear a costume; I just wore a polka dot dress and wore my Minnie Mouse ears from Disneyworld). With my pounding headache, dizziness, and swimmy feverish brain, I can't quite describe what it felt like in there. As if the fever wasn't causing me to sweat enough as it was, it was roughly 500 degrees in there with all those people and their costumes. There was booze EVERYWHERE (it was BYOB) and ohhh how I wished I could indulge!
The table Mike's parents were at had SO many people at it that Gladys and I could barely fit. So much for my plan to not touch anyone--we were squeezed in so tightly that my knees were constantly hitting Gladys' knees, and my elbows kept bashing the lady sitting next to me.
And Tali STILL hadn't gotten there yet. I had no idea how she was going to fit!
Because it was so loud in there, I had to scream for Mike's parents to be able to hear me, which KILLED my throat, so I ended up having to lean right in their faces for them to hear me, so YAY SPREADING GERMS. *headdesk* Yay for lose/lose situations!
From looking around, I'd say the average age of people at this fundraiser were in their 40s and 50s. For some reason I will have to ask them about in the future, Mike's parents were sitting with a bunch of 20-somethings, the only 20-somethings in the whole room from what I could see.
A very, very, very drunk bunch of 20-somethings. They kept whipping out cartons of beer from some undisclosed never-ending booze stash they kept under the table. They were really drunk and loud, and that didn't bother me, but as Gladys pointed out, people at other tables kept turning around to give our table dirty looks. It got embarrassing when they would announce things (raffle winners and things like that) and the whole room was quiet and listening but the 20-somethings at our table started snickering very drunkenly and loudly and people would turn and stare.
At one point, one of them 20-something stood up and stood right next to me (can't blame him for that, it was impossible to see what was going on in the front of the room since we were crowded into the back AND there was a fracking PILLAR in the middle of the room obstructing our view even more) but the problem began when he started scratching his crotch RIGHT IN MY FACE. I could tell by the way he was holding his beer (and yelling things) he was much too wasted to realize what he was doing, but STILL. Ewwwwwwwwruuugh.
After I had already been there for at least an hour, they announced the AC was working again. OMG THERE HAD BEEN NO AC ALL THIS TIME. The AC definitely made a bit of a difference, but not all that much!
Finally I got a text from Tali. She couldn't make it out because of an emergency and apologized about a billion times, and said she'd pay us back for the ticket, but I was actually relieved at this point because I couldn't imagine fitting her at the table. As it was, I was eating with my soup bowl on my lap because there just wasn't any room.
There was another good point--my appetite was back, so I was able to eat. :)
Oh, then there was the....talent? contest. I have no idea what to call it. Some people lipsynched, others 'sang'. I think I can sum up the entire thing best with a question from Gladys, that she asked in all honesty--"I don't get it. Are they being bad on purpose, or...?"
Yeah, that about sums it up.
Then we had to vote for those people. We had a ballot, but three of the people's names were wrong, and another person's name was correct but the song they performed was not.
According to the ballot, one girl was credited as going up to simply sing 'Lady Gaga'. She got up there and sang an Adam Lambert song.
All that fuckery aside tho, it was fun, and I would loved to have stayed and party had I felt well. My head felt like it was going to explode though, so a couple of hours in I asked my soon-to-be in-laws how long the fundraiser was supposed to last. They said all night long! I told them there was no way I was going to make it that late, or even much longer, so I ended up leaving at 9:30. I felt bad leaving only 3 hours after I had gotten there, but at the same time, I was kind of impressed with myself having lasted that long. After all, it HAD taken me TWO HOURS to get there.
I figured Gladys was going to leave at the same time as me, but to my (happy) surprise, she decided to say. I noticed that she and Mike's mom were REALLY engaged conversation, so that was awesome, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't totally curious as to what they were talking about!
I was soooo anxious about getting home, seeing as I was on Fredmir it was going to be a super-long ride no matter which way it took, but lucky me, Mike's dad gave me a lift to Fairview! It turns out I had JUST missed the 470 and had to wait for the next one, but STILL...it took quite a bit of traveling time off my route!
I was SO happy to get home and crawl into my PJs and onto the sofa. I sent Gladys a message on FB asking how long she stuck around and how the rest of the night was, and she responded right away, saying she was still there and that Mike's parents were "awesome". I was so surprised, but relieved and happy. The whole way home I was wondering if Gladys had had a good time and if she was OK and if she had gone home or not. I feel sooooo bad for all the fuckery getting to the restaurant, and then not even being able to stay there the whole night. But she seemed to have had a good time, so whew.
But the curiosity is killing me...what in the world did she speak to Mike's parents about all night?! I am SO happy they got along so well---after all, they're sort of like my parents too---but really, WTF? What did they talk about?! XD lol I'm all curious and amused.
I have SO much respect for Gladys for all the patience she had last night. What a sweet, patient, kind, understanding person. Thank you so much for introducing me to her,
phoenixblur! <3Oh wow. I honestly think that this is the longest LJ post I have ever written. XD
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Date: 2011-11-21 01:31 am (UTC)And now my brain hurts...wooooow what a night! :/
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-21 03:21 am (UTC)*hugs* I hope there are MANY more better nights to come!!
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-21 06:37 am (UTC)This whole evening sounds like a nightmare, thank god your friend Tali didn't make it- it sounds insane!
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Date: 2011-11-21 03:20 pm (UTC)