#031 - The Birthday Weekend
Ok, so here I am, waiting for my boss to let me know if I'm needed at work seeing as he won't be there and really, there is nothing for me to do there anyway.
*sigh* Anyways, the last few days have been really great, with the exception for Saturday night, which I will explain later.
Thursday was my birthday, where a couple of friends came over and gave me birthday stuffs, including gifts and hugs. And we had ice cream cake (that I went and bought mind you >.>)
Friday didn't have work so I went shopping with my housemates for the Saturday night party. A couple of people came over on the Friday, but my friend Cobalt Wolf and my son Stripe Husky came over for my birthday, which was really sweet. To put it in perspective... Cobalt comes from Leongatha, which is a 3 hour train ride away, and Stripe came down from New South Wales, which is a whole different state. Anyway, furpiles are fun.
Saturday...and here is where the fun started. It began with myself, Stripe, Cobalt and my boyfriend Vlad going to Nando's for a late lunch, and ice cream, then shopping. Then we finished getting the house ready. The party itself was absolutely awesome, until it hit about midnight when some of the, dare I say it, 4channers (and to anyone who wasn't a fur who was at the party who reads this, this is just a generalization) decided to get themselves completely wasted. I had no problem with that. What I did have a problem with, however, was one of them (the boyfriend of the birthday girl, Louise, for it was a triple birthday party)drinking a fuck load, then apparently having painkillers, collapsing in the street then again in my backyard and having to get the ambulance called to my place. The guy was in fits and convulsions. A few of us believe that he was putting some of the show on. As I did not know this at the time, I started going into self-blame mode because I suggested the mixed party, am supposed to be the responcible one, I couldn't do anything. So I went to get some air. It was a bad idea. I came back and reclused, lying on very cold and very wet cement outside of my place (it was about 3 degrees C outside at the time) and then again on the wet grass out the back of my place. By the time my boyfriends found me (the furs and one of them had gone looking for me) they were worrried they would have had to call the ambulance for me because my body temperature had dropped by a degree and I was nearly hyperthermic. If I had not been found, I probably would have been.
Sunday was quiet. Went and saw The Chronicles of Narnia - Prince Caspian with a few furs, then came home and watched Hitman, before going to bed.
All in all, a very eventful weekend that I won't forget.
And don't worry about that fucking retarded idiot who was convulsing - he's ok now, but next time I see him, I will punch him in the face. Fucking bastard.
~Lore
*sigh* Anyways, the last few days have been really great, with the exception for Saturday night, which I will explain later.
Thursday was my birthday, where a couple of friends came over and gave me birthday stuffs, including gifts and hugs. And we had ice cream cake (that I went and bought mind you >.>)
Friday didn't have work so I went shopping with my housemates for the Saturday night party. A couple of people came over on the Friday, but my friend Cobalt Wolf and my son Stripe Husky came over for my birthday, which was really sweet. To put it in perspective... Cobalt comes from Leongatha, which is a 3 hour train ride away, and Stripe came down from New South Wales, which is a whole different state. Anyway, furpiles are fun.
Saturday...and here is where the fun started. It began with myself, Stripe, Cobalt and my boyfriend Vlad going to Nando's for a late lunch, and ice cream, then shopping. Then we finished getting the house ready. The party itself was absolutely awesome, until it hit about midnight when some of the, dare I say it, 4channers (and to anyone who wasn't a fur who was at the party who reads this, this is just a generalization) decided to get themselves completely wasted. I had no problem with that. What I did have a problem with, however, was one of them (the boyfriend of the birthday girl, Louise, for it was a triple birthday party)drinking a fuck load, then apparently having painkillers, collapsing in the street then again in my backyard and having to get the ambulance called to my place. The guy was in fits and convulsions. A few of us believe that he was putting some of the show on. As I did not know this at the time, I started going into self-blame mode because I suggested the mixed party, am supposed to be the responcible one, I couldn't do anything. So I went to get some air. It was a bad idea. I came back and reclused, lying on very cold and very wet cement outside of my place (it was about 3 degrees C outside at the time) and then again on the wet grass out the back of my place. By the time my boyfriends found me (the furs and one of them had gone looking for me) they were worrried they would have had to call the ambulance for me because my body temperature had dropped by a degree and I was nearly hyperthermic. If I had not been found, I probably would have been.
Sunday was quiet. Went and saw The Chronicles of Narnia - Prince Caspian with a few furs, then came home and watched Hitman, before going to bed.
All in all, a very eventful weekend that I won't forget.
And don't worry about that fucking retarded idiot who was convulsing - he's ok now, but next time I see him, I will punch him in the face. Fucking bastard.
~Lore