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IMPORTANT TO NOTE! While, yes, the invitation says May 11, the soiree in question shall not take place until May 18

 

So, it's weird. My pals are essentially assholes, liars, forgetful or unaware of how important they were to the chemistry of my fete. I baked 2 beautiful cakes- one devil's food, one lemon, and i made my own pizza too. The people I invited last minute and whom I haven't seen in a year showed up and it was great seeing them.

Taylor and Charlie showed up at around 1 or so, then Jen and Amanda left, then Marek, James and Ricky left, so it was just me and taylor and charlie- which was nice because it was a beautiful night and we were just sitting in the yard, under the stars, playing with Cleo who was running around on her leash, listening to trains. One of them, those 100 car deals tht chugs by slowly in the middle of the night was going by when we decided to investigate further. Charlie and Taylor hopped over the 10ft fence but I couldn't because i was wearing a skirt and heels. I said I was going back inside to put on some real shoes.

I ran in the house and put on my sneakers and as I'm about to dart out the screen door, a face appears- now it's probably like 2:30 or 3am- it's this guy who I met at some streetcar stop and gave him a flyer for the party, basically so he'd stop asking me to go home with him to Dufferin and Dundas, but sure enough... so I say "oh...hi! we'r just over here looking at the trains if you uh..want to come over there..." so I scamper up on top of these window panes and on to the shed and we're both looking over the top of the fence at the slow moving train. I can't see Charlie or Taylor anywhere so I shout "Taylor!!" and no one answers. Cameron says "Let's get on the train...come on!" Me: heh. CHARLIE!! TAYLOR!! and Cameron keeps going on like "Come on, they probably got on the train, let's just get on and go like 20km" I keep saying no but am now getting kinda freaked out because I don't know what happened to Taylor and Charlie and I'm alone with this total stranger and his friend who reminds me of the motorcycle dude from Raising Arizona.

I shout their names one more time and finally hear "we're coming!" They had in fact gotten on the train and gone down the tracks a bit but returned and all was fine. As far as I remember we didn't really include Cameron and his weird pal in our converations too much and then his friend went to sleep on the lawn. I went inside for something and when I came out he had left. So now it was me and Charlie and Taylor and Cameron and we went inside and Cameron fell asleep in my living room, Taylor went to go throw up for a while and Charlie and I listened to Spectrum and talked about Spacemen 3 and whether or not we should check on Taylor. Taylor returns to us for a little bit and we all kind of chuckle about the stranger who is sleeping on my chaise and Taylor goes back to barf further. It starts to get light out and Taylor and I are half-sleeping in my bed and Charlie is pacing around, taking in the sunrise, riding trains in my yard and trying to get us out of bed with little success. i meander outside to catch the last moments of May 18th's stars but it's chilly and my duvet calls me back. Charlie leaves and Taylor and I fall asleep.

I wake up at around 8 and see Cameron sorta stumble out so after a a few minutes I figure it's safe to go outside. I just wanted to pick up the broken wine glass and move my wooden crates and blanket off the lawn. Of course I am apprehended or rather, noticed, by Cameron and he's all "heyyyy ...do you know what time it is?" um...no? so I get back in bed and Cameron comes back in the house and it just sorta walkin around the living room- which is odd. Taylor feels sick, I just have a bit of a headache and can't really walk too good. We sleep off and on until about 3:30. Charlie calls at some point during the afternoon- I guess he and Taylor were supposed to play music together today and then apparently me and Charlie were going to go back to Whitby with him. Instead I walked Taylor to Dundas West station at 5:30 or so so we could walk past the cult's compound- the sheer existance of which has invaded my thoughts way more than I originally suspected it would. I'm not scared of them, per se, I just...i just think about it a whole lot. What I'm scared of is the dark, and being alone, and cats (in the dark), and people running up behind me, and most males...

Raptors beat Philly 101-89, Cameron's already called me. What the F?

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