Bait and switch

[slipjig3]

Y'know, I went to Jenn's place last night under the assumption that it was going to be a Game Night, and in that regard, I was sorely disappointed.

Well, all right, to be fair, Jenn did give me the heads-up when I called her for the details that it was really a hang-out-with-friends night, with a game of Balderdash tentatively scheduled as an Activity. And knowing what I know about Jenn and her friends, I could've probably surmised what the evening would be like. But basically, the evening was all about strong Margueritas and weed, and I had little interest in the former, and none in the latter. And as for conversation...well, allow me to run down the preferred topics of conversation:
* recreational pharmaceuticals everyone has tried
* body parts everyone has had pierced
* hell everyone has raised
* horror movies everyone has seen
* mosh pits everyone has been in
* thrash and hardcore bands everyone has seen
Oh. Yeah. I can, um, relate. Sigh...

But it was fun, in a voyeuristic kind of way. Jenn the hostess scowled at me for not allowing her to pour me any Death Margueritas; when I told her I had to drive, she said, "You should still be good for about five." (My reply: "Jenn, considering that ONE will put me under the table, no, I'm not good for five.") Colleen was there as a sort of anchor, which I'm always grateful for. And I got to see Jason and his sweetie (whose name is escaping me) again for the first time in a long while, which is a very, very good thing, as they are very, very cool, friendly people; we got a pickup hacky sack game going in the kitchen, which was the high point of my evening. (Jason is a game player, too, saints be praised. Must get his number...)

So, anyway... I begged off around 1 a.m. because Abbey had lost a tooth, and if the Tooth Daddy Fairy didn't come, it'd be the End of the World. (Later I learned that the Tooth Grandma had beaten me to it.) I fought the urge to say, "I'll just take my contact high and go now, thank you very much." Ah, well. Not the evening I had hoped for, but not a total wash.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must get Nik's birthday presents wrapped and his Bob the Builder cake picked up...

Comments

[digitalshephed.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I've been to many a party like that to the point where I think that's it's a formula. Ah well, at least you made the best of it.

[odheirre.livejournal.com]

See, if everyone's depraved, then it's not exciting. You, sir, are the Control to their Experiment, the baseline to their weird. Your role is vital. Be proud.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Or maybe they're the baseline, and I'm the weird. Hmmm...

[kimberly-a.livejournal.com]

You've just described a nightmare evening for me. You know, you and I might have some traits in common ... maybe I should add you to my friends list or something. ;)

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Friend's list? Me? Cool! ;)

Hi, Kimberly. Very good to see you posting more again. Hope all is well!

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[kimberly-a.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I would say that all is well, but more is well, undoubtedly. :)

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Good. Good, good, good. Don't be a stranger, okay?

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[kimberly-a.livejournal.com]

Same right back at ya. I'm doing my best. :)

[prolixfootle.livejournal.com]

Having formerly been the one watched, I now enjoy people watching at those type of events (although it embarrasses me to think what an ass I must have been...)