radoboist's journey in the world (of love, of studies, of whatever...)

A look into how a hopeless romantic copes with what life throws at him... Regardless if it is romance related or not...

Sunday, June 08, 2008

What does this mean to you?

I just got in from a party. And thanks to Rupert, I wasted extra time that I didn't need to waste.

I was invited to a party, and I invited those to go, because I thought it would be a nice way of spending a relatively inexpensive evening.

Rupert gets a phone call from some friend who needed a ride to Chateauguay. Chateauguay is a town about 30 minutes (minimum) from Montreal. So, Rupert demands Raoul to go pick up this friend and drive him back home. I was assured that once the trip was done, they would come back and pick me up, and either we would get some food, or we would go home.

This occurred at about 12:30 a.m... I called to check in with them at about 1:18 a.m., and I discovered that they were still in Chateauguay and that it would be another half hour minimum before they would be back so that we could do something.

I hung out more at the party, and there was some pretty crazy stuff happening, like for example, the host's boyfriend, whom I thought was in a committed long term relationship with the host, was letting some people grope him, and when I left, he was making out with the host's friend. When I left, I called again, and the first time, I got the voice mail. The second time, within like three minutes, because I really didn't feel comfortable seeing people just making out with each other and I was the only odd one out, I was hoping that they were nearby... And I discover that Rupert was tired, so Raoul took him home.

When you agree to the following statement, "We'll come pick you up after we drop off the friend," I expect to be picked up. I don't expect to fucking have to find myself onto a night bus, and then transfer onto another one just so I can get home. I left the party at about 2:20 a.m., and I got home about 3:15 a.m.. I got onto one night bus, but then when I got to the transfer station, I had to wait 15 minutes for the next bus that took me home. This could have been 55 minutes of well deserved rest, but no, I spend that on the buses, so that I didn't miss the stops. Fucking bastard.

This is the same Rupert who screwed up my computer by infecting it with a virus which took me a day to clean, and now... when I call up My Computer (or any sort of thing that involves Explorer), I have a 50% chance of success, and a 50% chance of failure.

I think it also means that I need a new circle of friends.

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