Dear Blog Thread,
I had an overall rather shitty weekend. Nothing disastrously bad occurred, but not much went right from Friday evening on.
Rachel and I had plans to go down to Cape Cod with some of our friends for a weekend of drinking and video gaming and swimming. Upon getting on our way back down from NH, her friend, whom we were picking up, ended up missing her train. We then had to drive into the city (The plan was to avoid driving back through Boston). Fortunately, we didn't run into much traffic. On our way, I decided to call the cottage to let my friend know we were going to be late. His fucking grandmother answers and tells me he's not there. I fortunately get his cell phone and he informs me that it turns out his grandmother and his aunt and uncle were there and his dad, who is incredibly creepy and awkward, would be there Saturday. The three in my car start to get pissed at the idea and lean towards going to hang out with a different group for the weekend, but my friends down there talk me into sticking with the plan, figuring that if the adults folk were lame, we could leave Saturday.
We arrived at the cottage and the first thing I see is an eight year old girl sitting on the bench outside. Apparently, my friend's cousins were there too and they had all claimed all the double beds and Rachel and I were subsequently stuck with one of those smaller than a twin beds. Beyond this, Rachel, having a two year old daughter, is far from comfortable drinking around children, so she was effectively fucked. On that line of thought, we were all also stuck in the same area as the kids for sleeping arrangement, meaning no possibility of anything sexual. Now, I'm not a fan of drinking around kids either, but damn if I didn't drink like a fish, because I haven't been that pissed off in months.
So, we decide that five of us are just going to go back to my apartment and drink our asses off. We eventually got there and one of our group gets pissed off and depressing and starts bringing us down. Then, tempers started to flare as a mixture of the drinking, a drinking game we played that got to some of my base insecurities and the fact we were all still pissed about our ruined weekend, so half of us were fighting amongst each other.
There were some highlights, but overall, my weekend was pretty lame.