So, three girlfriends and I were going to get together last night and have ourselves a PPP: Pony Porn Party.
The first half of the evening would be spent customizing My Little Ponies into whatever we damn well pleased. I was aiming for beautifying my really old one, and giving her some jewelery and ribbons. Just making a beauty of her, really, 'cause she's been with me for over a decade, and she needed it. Candy was making it into her D&D character, Draven, complete with chains and metal arm, and beaded hair. Much excitement. Robynne was making a wiccan pony, and Martha was going to let the Pony decide, which means she gave it no thought beforehand. We were also going to get together and write yaoi fic, hence that wonderful alliteration.
I heard Candace say "Hi... Jess? Yeah, I'm with- Gabe?"
Gabe is one of Jess' brothers, and one of our best friends (especially Candace's). He's also my ex. After this, Candace went silent for a few minutes and finally said "No, never" and hung up. I'm not sure if Jess was done talking.
Insert hysteria, and we finally got out that "there's an ambulance, and Gabe's heart stopped, and they're asking if he's ever done drugs or something". While Candace and I are freaking out, Robynne calls up our good friend Kevin and informs him of what we know, then calls Jess back. Probably should have done it the other way around, but we weren't thinking straight. Martha, who isn't that close to the Geebs, was feeling a bit awkward, but she was trying to comfort the two of us. Within half an hour, all seven of our usual group (minus Gabe- no duh) are together at Candace's.
It is worth mentioning that Gabe's been somewhat suicidal recently, and Kevin's first question to Robynne was "What did he do". *wince* Never a good thing, but thank god it wasn't that.
As we found out in the hours following, Gabe's mum has a heart condition (Tachycardia) and passed it down to him, which no one had known before. His heart sped up to over 200 beats a minute (according to the paramedics) while watching TV with Jess. His mum tried all her tricks for slowing it down while someone called an ambulance, and when the paramedics arrived, they ran some tests, decided that it might not be tachycardia and asked about drugs and the like. Gabe's never touched drugs, so that couldn't be it, and he isn't a bad drinker.
Anyway, he got to the hospital and was allowed to go home later in the... well, morning, but whatever. We were all freaking out well into the night, and have I mentioned I was working the next morning?
'Course, this happens on Friday 13th, and on our PPP. What timing!
(PS: The dweebass actually apologized for ruining our party, which made me laugh so hard I fell off the couch. May have been a bit high strung. Didn't get much sleep, even after the whole thing had calmed down.)
So... I could do with a bit less excitement out of my parties, thank you!