At the stairs I then see one of my mom's friends and her five-year-old son . . .
I remember the kid from before, when he was brought over. That day, we just played Nintendo for a really long time. Today, well . . . I was really burnt out from the week, and I really had no energy to entertain a kid. Well, I was still playing my game, and the kid was now basically just standing behind me, watching, being really quiet . . . like I'm not uncomfortable enough, right? Well, eventually I set up the Nintendo for him, but there was still something extremely uncomfortable for that kid (
perhaps being taken away from his own house to be surrounded by strangers wasn't enough?). As the day went on, both brothers came home; later, both brothers went back out, be it friends or hockey. So yeah, I was still the lone one at the house . . . what crap . . . . .
Eventually I just went to my room to read my NEXT book for my NEXT essay. I flopped on my bed, shoved a bunch of pillows under my chest, and got to reading. After a while of reading "The Magic Flute", I checked the clock - not enough time had gone by (likewise, I saw "Fellowship of the Ring" sitting next to the clock, attracting dust [I could be reading that if not for stupid school! Argh!]). After a REALLY long time, it was dinnertime, and I was called out to the dining room (guests, gotta get "formalish").
Well, apparently the kid had been sleeping for a while, and upon being woken up, was sent into a spiral of crying. I dunno, maybe he was sick, or was cranky, whatever . . . have you people ever tried eating dinner with a crying kid at the table? It's excruciating! You have to keep eating, because the adults aren't YOUR friends, and you can't leave because you have to keep face for the mother . . . all the while, that kid is still crying, not wanting to eat anything . . . . . yeah, it does absolutely everything to one's mind (
badwise, of course).
After the dinner, Pete gave me a call. I sickeningly begged to know if he was free that night to do anything - well, he wasn't. He did say he'd be free Sunday, though (hence the reason for his call). So yeah, a chance lost, again . . .
Later that night I got another call. The OTHER other guys wanted to know if I was free. Again, I sickeningly exclaimed that I was. After about another hour of tending to the kid (who had stopped crying, thank God), I was whisked out of the troubles of that house and left to a leisurely evening of . . . what the hell
did we do that night? Oh yeah, after bowling for a while, we went down to a pool hall. In both games I'd do well to start, and then I would spiral into crap. Oh well, it was still a nice change of pace from the rest of the official ultimate . . . yeah, whatever . . .
Ya know, one of these days I am going to have to tell you about this other thing of people . . . . . well, not tonight (mwa ha hah). But yeah, after the nice night, I got back home, everyone was GONE, and I spent the last bit of the night (or early morning, if you're one of those technical people) online, checking mail and ICQ'ing people at leisure.
Suddenly I had hope for the week.
Sunday:
After a really nice relaxing round of sleeping in, I got up and went to get food. As per the week, there was nothing good on tele . . . wait, Sunday morning, never mind - there's never anything good on Sunday morning. But, uh . . . my instant oatmeal was over-watered . . . . . okay, so that was really just my fault . . . don't get me wrong, this is still the Official Ultimate Week of Suck™ . . . I think . . . . .
The day went on, and after a couple hours of nothing special, Pete finally called me back. I won't go into it too much, but yeah, we did the whole networking thing and we got a game of Axis & Allies™ together for the evening.
Later, after everyone was over, we baked a frozen pizza for food (which we burned a little bit due to our killing of each other on miniaturised, two-dimensional Europe). And then . . . yeah, the game went on, and it was rather pleasant . . . I mean, for a week of ultimate suckiness . . . . .
By about eleven, the game was over - the Allies once again made the world safe for democracy and stuff, and I had to congratulate the victors in a non-menacing way. Yeah, I lost, but there's not a lot one can do about that. Really, losing a GAME was the least of my worries this week. But yeah, everyone had a good time, especially since we actually finished the game! With a wave, my guests left me to my wares (oh, but not before they all pitched in to put the 299 combat force playing pieces away).
Well, I can't say that I'm disappointed with how the week turned out. It did turn around, and I did finish off Sunday night with a bit of a smile. I suppose that if I really wanted to I could complain that I was jipped out of having a perfectly terrible week to complain about . . . but I won't.
