This weekend was a little nutty. Got off work at 5pm Friday, home by 5:30, and started crimping my hair. That's right, crimping. Friday night was Katy's stagette, and we went to 80's night at Vinyl. It was good times, not so much fun when the majority of our group left for the country bar next door and a few of us were left to finish the bottle service worth of sweet mix and parrot bay rum.... yuck, but we toughed it out like champs. Then on to the country bar.
The country bar was typical country bar, with the exception of a military fellow who happened to be there with our bride to be's fiance. Now, you might be asking what this fiance was doing at the bar right next door to the bar where he KNEW his soon to be bride was celebrating with friends. It's a good question, but they're just THAT couple. Back to this military fellow, he seemed pretty nice, we got along as well as two people pretty loaded, and just out for a good night could, danced together a bunch, he was pushing for more, I wasn't conceding.... which as it turns out was a very good call on my part. This seemingly innocuous fellow, who paid me compliment after compliment is apparently quite the manslut, and married to boot. He and I wound up in the same cab following the bar, with others, at which point I let him know that how he was acting wasn't the way a married man should act, and that he needed to get his shit in order.
Finally home, at about 3am, I washed my face, got out of the neons, and crawled into bed, remembering to set my alarm for 7:30. 7:30 came way too early, accompanied by a pounding headache and a stomach that threatened to open the floodgates everytime I moved. Sound fun? Well, not so much, but I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt, and a jacket, and headed out into the rain to play some ball. I'm not going to lie, it hurt. The good thing about softball is that playing hungover is nothing new, and I wasn't the only one there who was hurting. It took until our third game of the day for me to feel even remotely human, and even so, following that game I showered, hit my couch, and promptly fell asleep.
Sunday was a much better feeling day for ball, and I arrived at the fields at the also much more reasonable hour of 10:00 am. The other team wasn't there, and we sat waiting for them. Apparently they have a hotmail account, and as such the email with the Sunday (playoff) game times went into their junk email folder. The tournament organizers from the ESSC made, what in my opinion was a poor judgement call, and allowed them an hour to get to the fields, pushing back game times for the remainder of the day. In any other tournament that I've played in, there's not excuse accepted for missing a game time, tournaments are scheduled to run smoothly, and if a team isn't there, they forfiet, it's pretty simple.
But at any rate, the decision was made and we waited. One of our players decided this was unreasonable, and left, so we had to pick up another girl, who happened to not have a ton of experience. We lost the game, a disappointing loss given that we'd sat for an hour and a half waiting for the game to happen, waiting for a team that felt entitled to special treatment to show up. Frustrating and disappointing, but that's why I generally avoid Edmonton Sport and Social Club type events.
As far as the roommate drama goes... I just want him out. He's thrown out my food, spends all day almost every day sitting on my couch watching war documentaries, wasn't up front about his not so distant past drug use, wasn't up front about his lack of a driver's lisence, and just irritates the shit out of me. I've noticed him using my laptop cooling pad for the last few days. He hasn't asked my permission to use this item, and it isn't a 'regular household appliance' for which sharing goes without saying. I was unimpressed, and, I won't lie, I snapped. I need to get rid of him, but don't know how. Any suggestions.
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