Dec 15, 2006 05:41
So, friends, it turns out I may have a bone to pick with you. Seriously.
It was brought to my attention that only hours after I left the state yesterday morning, another party was had at my house, and people went into my room. Now, I hate passive-aggressive livejournal posts as much as the next bitch, but sorry, this really frusterates me. I'm sure whoever did it acted with no ill-intent, and didn't realize it would make me upset, but turns out, it does.
I get how parties work, and I realized that having Beau and Kate's afterparty at our house would make it more than likely a situation like that would arise, and as a result, I tried to make it a specific point that I didn't want people going in my room. I didn't shout it at the mountain tops, but I made it known, and the fact that this message was either not relayed or ignored is really annoying.
Parties are great, I like hanging out with y'all, but it seems like you don't realize how hard it can really be to have "the party house." A lot of times, the parties are not suggested or induced by any of the actual members of the household, and even though we might be tired or just kind of in a mood to have a wuiet evening, on the same token, no one wants to tell anyone no, either. And it's not a big deal, it's really not, but parties happen at our house pretty frequently, and the dirty dishes, alcohol/soda spills, broken objects are still there, needing to be cleaned up, and our harem of hungover friends splayed on our living room floor aren't exactly in the perfect position to help clean up. I appreciate when you do, and do put in the effort to help, but that doesn't reduce the stress that it actually puts on us. When we have a lawn full of underage loud drunk friends, it's on us. And I don't mind, I really don't, but when I make a simple request of you guys to follow at a party, after us repeatedly hosting them at our house for you, and it's just entirely ignored, I don't think it's unreasonable that I'm not a happy camper.
Also, the argument, "well that's what you get when you want the party house" really isn't an effective argument here, since it will just make my already waning "want" to have the party house absolutely plummet.
If you can't sleep on our living room floor, then don't get drunk at our house. Sorry, it's as simple as that. I pay my own rent every month for my room, you're welcome to talk to me about splitting it if you want to move in with me, but until then, the room is mine. Especially when I'm out of town.
Overall, I'm not angry, just upset, and I'm sorry if I come off as bitchy, because really, I know nobody was doing anything maliciously. Let's be honest, I've probably done the same thing once or twice at the boys' house, which at this point, I feel much worse for doing, but now I'm making my point totally clear. Please don't go in my room. If you see aomeone else try and go in there, please stop it. We're happy to have parties at our house, but please respect our wishes, and please be more aware of what this takes on our side of the ordeal.