Monday, March 30, 2009
What a Shitty Weekend...
Don't get me wrong. The fact that I ran a rather decent race in the Shamrock Shuffle 8K race in a nasty, cold and slushy winter storm had nothing to do with my God awful weekend. And neither did the fact that I lost my company pager during the race contribute to my shitty weekend. In fact, the race in the increment weather was probably one of the few highlights of my weekend!
It all started on Friday. There is this one person, who we shall simply call AM, who I consider a friend. More so as an acquaintance than a friend, but if asked to join her for beer, I wouldn't turn her down. Anyway, AM learned of an alumni reception event that I was attending from a mutual friend who I invited. So on Friday, AM invited herself by asking if she could tag along.
Despite having RSVP'ed already, I had to go through a couple hassles to add AM to the guest list. I figured, why not? The more the merrier. Now, mind you, I have never attended one of these alumni receptions before, so I was nervous and excited. If you know me well, you will know that I have had no qualms about attending events on my own. But this was so exciting that I actually asked a friend to tag along. Plus another one who self-invited.
Come Saturday. The event started at 17:00. My friend and I were already there by 17:15. But guess who decided to show up a quarter till 19:00? AM. This alone was not a problem whatsoever, but the problem is this. She came upstairs, sat at our table, and the first thing out of her mouth was: "The Pitt game starts at 19:00."
And so it began...
In the five minutes she was up there at the reception, she would not stop talking about the game, and wanting to get real food at the bar downstairs, despite the facts that there was plenty of munchable appetizers that were a couple cuts above other receptions, and her mentioning this when the Vice President of University Advancement who was the host of the reception was standing near our table. Worse, AM kept on talking about not wanting to miss the game, but end every statement of her wishes with, "But no rush, John."
What the f**k?!? Here was a guest, who showed up nearly two hours after the reception started, who didn't even attend Missouri State University, who invited herself without being asked, who had the audacity to enter her name in the door prize, started acting like an immature girl! Worse, AM attended neither Pittsburgh nor Villanova.
AM was so annoying, who by the way is 30 years old, that I simply told her that she should go downstairs and I would join her later. This, after trying to appease her by having the bartender turn on the TV so that the game could be viewed, followed by, "But this isn't basketball atmosphere" from her.
Oh man, what a bitch! An immature one at that, too. And sadly, this wasn't the first time AM pulled an immature act on me either.
Fast forward to Sunday. After running the wet and cold Shamrock Shuffle 8K, a few of us went to Fireside Inn for lunch. Everything was hunky dorey, and when we were done, I gave two of my friends a ride to their homes. First stop, AE.
Oh, let me interject here with a quick side note from when I picked up AE to lunch. I had asked which way to turn when we got to the end of her street, and her delayed response was, "Oh, turn right. Sorry, I'm not very good at giving timely directions." End side note.
Not knowing her neighborhood well, and she had been joking about how she only lived "a couple blocks" away from the restaurant, I kept on asking for directions on which way to go. AE started talking about "Clark-y" when we turned onto Ashland, because she thought it was Clark. She told me to cut over whenever, and I did, while she continued talking. But she neglected to tell me to turn on Clark.
Thinking that she only lived "a couple blocks" away, I thought it wouldn't hurt to go on down the side street, and turn into the alley and drive the "couple blocks" to her street. When I got through the first alley, and began to turn into the second alley, she yelled at me with, "What are you doing?!?"
Mind you, during this whole time, she did not give me any directions as to which way to turn. Turned out, now that I've looked at Google Maps, we were nine blocks away from her street!
So, after lunch, without asking, my friends got in my car, assuming I would give them a ride home. True, I was happy to do so without being asked. But I did not need to be yelled at when I was lost. Worse, after explaining that I wanted to go through the second alley to get to her street in the next block (which was really nine blocks away), she kept on yelling at me with nonsense such as, "Why did you want to turn that way," and "Well, that's not the way to go to my place." Instead of yelling, maybe she should've given me directions?
What really pissed me off was that we were driving in a car. In her neighborhood. If we had turned the wrong way, what's the worst that could happen? Take an extra 23 seconds and 0.05 miles out of my way to get to her house, right? Did it warrant the yelling, and the continued badgering like a grumpy mother who is never satisfied with her children's accomplishments of an A- grade point average?
Seriously, it was a shitty weekend. Shitty, shitty, shitty.
But I did 44:44 in the 8K race, which netted an average of 8:59 pace. Not bad after being sick and injured, and not running for a while now. At least that, I'm happy about, despite not being anywhere close to last year's 39:01 finish.
Let's hope this new week gets better.
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