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I suspect quite strongly that our trip to the great state of Georgia was cursed. Perhaps this is because I cannot say "Georgia" without doing so in a stupid [intentionally so] accent. Or perhaps it's simply because any trip any of my friends chooses to plan will always, always have more than it's fair share of foul-ups.
I cannot give you the full cursed yes/no list because I'm so tired that I'm not entirely sure that this isn't actually gibberish that I can see and understand but will look like a horrible jumble to anyone else not currently in my head or state of exhaustion... On the assumption that's not how this is, we'll give you the highlights. Sorta.
First of all, the car she wanted? Was not available. Normally I wouldn't count this, but since it leads to the next obvious problem, this time I will. The car she was stuck with was infested with ants. They sprayed for 'em, but by Saturday evening, they'd begun crawling all over me and people kept fucking flinging them in my direction. The driver would shake to the left and the a/c vents [as this only happened when the a/c was on] would then fly the ant back towards me. The person next to me would do the same, but no need for a/c vents. Bah. So... ants. And the car's brakes squealed, which didn't become apparent until we'd already hit the mountain-y areas. When on cruise control, it would suddenly accelerate. Now, I'm actually thinking this was more of the issue of Cassandra's driving, but we'll get back to that.
So... the directions to our first destination are possibly cut off at the end. Not that this should matter since someone's got the GPS navigator thing on their phone. Woo. But then Matt and Cass have forgotten their money at home, so we have to drive all the way back to their house to pick that up. When we get to the great Babyland, we realize it's the 25th Birthday thing and it's fucking packed. By this point I've realized that Cass is still delusional and also still big on the inviting me along only to throw me together with some other friends of hers. I hate that, by the way. If you want to hang out with a bunch of people, fine. Present it as such, damn it, right from the start. Don't spring that on me. It's rude.
Didn't matter though. As we're getting to Cleveland, Cass gets a call from work. Apparently there was a fuck up at her store [she's manager] and someone wants to quit, but they want their back pay now... and that cannot be. Personally, I think this is a fairly easy fix. If there's no one else to work the shift, you con the girl into staying, or you tell her that if the store closes and they pay the fine, it comes from her pay, and then you point out she's only getting paid for last week, not this week. If you can get someone else to cover, you do that and tell the girl you accept her resignation, see previous comments about this. Now, I will say that you should talk to the girl trying to drive you crazy... and then you point out the facts of life to her. No. Cass spent more than a fucking hour on the phone going on and on about this and it was the same fucking conversation, just occasionally with different people. And then when we thought it was over, she started to cry and play music, but only enough so that you'd rejoice if you liked the song, and then just as the chorus would kick in, she'd kill it. Don't. DO. THAT. I had the strangest mix of songs stuck in my head because she kept doing that.
So, um, I got sunburned during the one trip we had planned for 99% of it being inside. *sigh*
There was the epic alcohol run and the great gasoline shortage in up-state Georgia.
But really, this was the moment I knew:
After losing a two hour game of drunk-ish Sorry [I wasn't drunk, but I was drinking the most of the girl types and still running on no sleep and STILL not half as loopy as they were] to the person who came in thirty minutes late to the game, and chattering until 2am, I woke up to the sound of an alarm a little after 6am. I thought Cass or someone had set the alarm clocks and I was ready to kill them, only my attempts to shut the alarm up failed when ... it started to play music, but the first alarm was still going off.
It took a second, and the smell of burning toast, to realize it was the fire alarm. I wandered to the door, praying it was a false alarm and would stop any second because while my head didn't hurt yet, I really didn't want to chance it. I looked out into the hall [after doing the door check] and saw people wandering around confused.
I waited because it really did smell like some jackass had burned toast at the breakfast thing, or maybe in their room. But the longer I waited [and stumbled around trying to get my glasses] the more we smelled smoke.
Yeah, we get downstairs [after convincing people that yeah, fires and elevators BAD] and the alarm stops. We walk by the woman who checked us in the day before and she thought we were checking out, and oh, the toast for breakfast burned. No big deal. Go back to bed? Yeah, we went to the car just in case [waited for the firemen to say it was clear] and then just as everyone was ready to go back, the alarm starts again.
Night of drinking followed by less than four hours of sleep should not culminate in a fire alarm. It's just dangerous.
And I couldn't go back to bed after that. Which is why I'm so very, very tired.
Highlights: I... do not get the allure of the average Cabbage Patch kid. I was initially disappointed by the American Girl store, but it grew on me and when everyone else was buying stuff, it took a will of iron not to pout or point out that I'd been promised my very, very late birthday present and no one had delivered it even after the money appeared.
The aquarium was fun.
And Cass drives like shit. When you stop, the car should not jerk EVERY single time. And for awhile I thought it was the car, but when someone else drove, no braking issues. The hell? That got really painful.
I cannot give you the full cursed yes/no list because I'm so tired that I'm not entirely sure that this isn't actually gibberish that I can see and understand but will look like a horrible jumble to anyone else not currently in my head or state of exhaustion... On the assumption that's not how this is, we'll give you the highlights. Sorta.
First of all, the car she wanted? Was not available. Normally I wouldn't count this, but since it leads to the next obvious problem, this time I will. The car she was stuck with was infested with ants. They sprayed for 'em, but by Saturday evening, they'd begun crawling all over me and people kept fucking flinging them in my direction. The driver would shake to the left and the a/c vents [as this only happened when the a/c was on] would then fly the ant back towards me. The person next to me would do the same, but no need for a/c vents. Bah. So... ants. And the car's brakes squealed, which didn't become apparent until we'd already hit the mountain-y areas. When on cruise control, it would suddenly accelerate. Now, I'm actually thinking this was more of the issue of Cassandra's driving, but we'll get back to that.
So... the directions to our first destination are possibly cut off at the end. Not that this should matter since someone's got the GPS navigator thing on their phone. Woo. But then Matt and Cass have forgotten their money at home, so we have to drive all the way back to their house to pick that up. When we get to the great Babyland, we realize it's the 25th Birthday thing and it's fucking packed. By this point I've realized that Cass is still delusional and also still big on the inviting me along only to throw me together with some other friends of hers. I hate that, by the way. If you want to hang out with a bunch of people, fine. Present it as such, damn it, right from the start. Don't spring that on me. It's rude.
Didn't matter though. As we're getting to Cleveland, Cass gets a call from work. Apparently there was a fuck up at her store [she's manager] and someone wants to quit, but they want their back pay now... and that cannot be. Personally, I think this is a fairly easy fix. If there's no one else to work the shift, you con the girl into staying, or you tell her that if the store closes and they pay the fine, it comes from her pay, and then you point out she's only getting paid for last week, not this week. If you can get someone else to cover, you do that and tell the girl you accept her resignation, see previous comments about this. Now, I will say that you should talk to the girl trying to drive you crazy... and then you point out the facts of life to her. No. Cass spent more than a fucking hour on the phone going on and on about this and it was the same fucking conversation, just occasionally with different people. And then when we thought it was over, she started to cry and play music, but only enough so that you'd rejoice if you liked the song, and then just as the chorus would kick in, she'd kill it. Don't. DO. THAT. I had the strangest mix of songs stuck in my head because she kept doing that.
So, um, I got sunburned during the one trip we had planned for 99% of it being inside. *sigh*
There was the epic alcohol run and the great gasoline shortage in up-state Georgia.
But really, this was the moment I knew:
After losing a two hour game of drunk-ish Sorry [I wasn't drunk, but I was drinking the most of the girl types and still running on no sleep and STILL not half as loopy as they were] to the person who came in thirty minutes late to the game, and chattering until 2am, I woke up to the sound of an alarm a little after 6am. I thought Cass or someone had set the alarm clocks and I was ready to kill them, only my attempts to shut the alarm up failed when ... it started to play music, but the first alarm was still going off.
It took a second, and the smell of burning toast, to realize it was the fire alarm. I wandered to the door, praying it was a false alarm and would stop any second because while my head didn't hurt yet, I really didn't want to chance it. I looked out into the hall [after doing the door check] and saw people wandering around confused.
I waited because it really did smell like some jackass had burned toast at the breakfast thing, or maybe in their room. But the longer I waited [and stumbled around trying to get my glasses] the more we smelled smoke.
Yeah, we get downstairs [after convincing people that yeah, fires and elevators BAD] and the alarm stops. We walk by the woman who checked us in the day before and she thought we were checking out, and oh, the toast for breakfast burned. No big deal. Go back to bed? Yeah, we went to the car just in case [waited for the firemen to say it was clear] and then just as everyone was ready to go back, the alarm starts again.
Night of drinking followed by less than four hours of sleep should not culminate in a fire alarm. It's just dangerous.
And I couldn't go back to bed after that. Which is why I'm so very, very tired.
Highlights: I... do not get the allure of the average Cabbage Patch kid. I was initially disappointed by the American Girl store, but it grew on me and when everyone else was buying stuff, it took a will of iron not to pout or point out that I'd been promised my very, very late birthday present and no one had delivered it even after the money appeared.
The aquarium was fun.
And Cass drives like shit. When you stop, the car should not jerk EVERY single time. And for awhile I thought it was the car, but when someone else drove, no braking issues. The hell? That got really painful.