Miserableness
Well... we have a really clean house. Minus the relatives. Grumble. Yeah, turns out they only stayed the night (until 3:30 am, then they continued down to Florida). Oh well. I woke up Sunday morning at 11 - which I haven't done for years. It was great.
The party was horrible. For me atleast. The house was on Darnestown Road, and we all simultaneously (aunt and uncle included) had a heart attack. It was a gated entrance (spiffy iron gate with buttons), with a mile long driveway. Leading up to... the MANSION. I was so fightened, so intimidated. Didn't want to go. Couldn't decide which door to go through, it was crazy. So, I opted for the side door (good choice) where the chick's mom showed me to the basement. Well, let me tell you. Their basement, honestly, was at least (if not more) about 3 times bigger than my whole house. And that's only the half the party was in (the other half, aparently, has an ice rink... whoa). There was a theater room, a pool room, a big ass bar, a formal(er) sitting area, and less formal sitting area, a table w/ chairs, and random space. Crap.
Anyways, I was miserable. I haven't been that miserable in a long time. I didn't know anyone. I hardly know Emma anymore. So, for the first hour or so, I just sat alone. At one point I was near-tears, wanted to go outside and call someone and cry and get sympathy (hehe), but I didn't. Then Emma's friend Piper had me go play DDR (which they are so good at - they obviously do it in their spare time... *scrunches nose*). Well, bye bye dignity. Yeah.. I played with this other girl who was bad. Yeah. I felt so insignificant and lonely. And I played DDR. Damn, I deserve a cookie. I called the rents around 10:30 and told them to come pick me up. They came around 11:30ish, when they just started to play "Never have I ever". I lied through my teeth and told Emma I had a good time. I feel horrible.
Ok, well... listening to some extremely sketchy progressive techno. (The XM was being a jackass and skipping, grr. And they were playing good stuff too). I think I'm going to write myself a list this afternoon. *note to self: don't forget Margot tonight!* Ciao