>I spent Friday evening at a friends (after seemingly running everywhere I could possibly go — It’s tiring being butta-fly, yo!) just chillin with their band among others. The usual conglomerate was there in addition to two of the (by far) most persnickety little ladies I’ve ever done seen. I don’t give that title up lightly. Samantha earned it after countless requests of absurdity to which one of the housemates would happily oblige. That fed the fire. Amanda was actually fine, until Samantha threw a mini-hissi, then it was more and more requests, rude, and ever the more ridiculous they got. I wasn’t putting up with it, but I didn’t have to. Her requests kept being met. She wanted to go home, but since her friend was cuter — he went out of his way to keep them both overly satisfied.

They got ahold of the remote at one point and the shows consisted of “the weakest link”, “cops”, and that music video with Cheryl Crow and Kid Rock .:sigh:. It just about drove me batty. They then kept arguing about leaving, the cute one wanted to stay, the other one (even though she was the one who was now getting the most attention) wanted to go — or ‘said’ she wanted to go. But persistent requests for them to stay lead to just that.

The night was filled with an awkward scramble. Several people thought they had a chance, didn’t want to over step their bounds so made sure things were clear before moving in. So various guys swooping in like vultures (very polite vultures concerned for her well-being and comfort) to be knocked aside by barriers put in place by others. People shifted sleeping areas, shuffling, and more chaos ensued when the girls started shouting back and forth again. It was mostly in jest, and I wondered if they did this often. They spoke of people like “Miguel, Juan, and Darian” very exotic names for the type of girls they were. It seemed like a big act, at the same time almost a plea for help — and certainly a plea for attention.

It was by far the most frustrating, interesting, funny, and awkward evening I’ve had in a while. I had fun with the guys, but when everyone started swooping, things got awkward. When everyone finally settled down to sleep about 5:30/6:00am… things calmed down.

Unfortunately no one seemed to make out very well — just as well, they certainly weren’t worth the trouble, but when it’s all or naught – I suppose one is obliged to work with the here and now.

I was all set with that.