...and I'll be going to this stupid hotel party tonight. I don't want to go, but it means a lot to my friend (the one who introduced me to the group) and she's willing to be VERY accomodating to my diva demands in driving me, so I've pretty much been guilted into it. Oh, and Raf just called, hoping to see me there. Surely avoiding that would be an excuse that the rest of the crew would understand, right?
If all else fails, I'll hit the bar downstairs on my own and stagger upstairs to throw up on everyone. And then do it all over again.
Seriously though, doesn't this seem like the dumbest idea? 10 of us, pitching in almost $200 for this hotel room in the middle of nowhere (not even downtown Vancouver). 2 queen beds, 9 prudes where orgies aren't even an option, so we'll just be sitting cramped in here. We bring in snacks for potluck, and just...eat. And watch TV. Or something.
Stupid, right?
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
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