May 24, The party weekend?

Like New Years, my May 2-4s are usually disapointing. Unlike this new years though, may 2-4 was still disapointing.

Friday I spent on the deck with one of my two girlfriends, Smashers, tanning and drinking. Then we both went to our respectable jobs. Afterwork went to Fatarses for an uneventful night of drinking and poker on his deck. Saturday? I ran errands the whole daytime, then took a nap. I know, i've got you on the edge of your seat, but heres where it gets sucky.

8 pm rolls around, so I call Fallhard for whats doing. He tells me The Guys are getting firecrackers, and He'll call me when he gets home.

9:30 pm, still no word. I call him, and he says him and the rest are on their way into my hometown. He'll call me in a bit.

10pm, STILL no word, so I call and tell him F.O. (feck off) and that I'm going into the maintown for another party. He says no, they're close to my house, just wait and they'll be there in a minute.

10:30 and i've lost my patience. I called him up and yelled "Feck this, i'm going to the mainland, i'm sick of waiting for you."

"Good!" he yells, "We're in the mainland, come to the park!"

"I thought you said you were in my town." I asked "We were, we walked back!" he yelled.

Fecking Liar. To get from my hometown to the mainland is at least a 3 hour walk, theres no way you could get there in half an hour, you would have to sprint.

I was furious, why waste my time? Why not just say where they are? The horrible realization occured to me: They were probly partying with Rocker, and he didn't want me around. They may be my best buds, but they have the whole 'bros before hoes' mantra. so. not. fair. I have no proof, but otherwise why bother wasting my time? Thoughts anyone?

Anyways, I was livid, and went to the other party where Smashers was. Fatarse and his girlfriend were there, but we was just being an ass to everyone, and I found out later arrived hours late with no explanation and no call, even to his girlfriend. Smashers left shortly after I got there, and I hightailed it out of there after the first boyfriend I ever had (who cheated on me with the host of the party) arrived. With his fat girlfriend. He looked like shite btw, I, on the other hand, only got hotter.

So that was the first bit of the weekend, Sunday was boring and basically consisted of me doing nothing but visiting Smashers at work, she was bored, and driving a very biligerant Fatarse around unwillingly. Monday I worked.

The good in the weekend? I got pulled over Saturday night by the cops for running. Oh, You read that right.

More later...