The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 17 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
I’m pretty agitated right now. It all began on Friday. This person I know, we’ll call “Pat”, remarked that s/he was going to see Warren Miller tonight. I asked if I could come and Pat said sure, but I’d have to get a ticket. So after the chem test I go online get a ticket. Pat pops up online and I inquire about the plans for Warren Miller. Pat decides that “I’ll be honest, I’m not crazy about you coming on a date with us.”
Ok.
Me: “i was under then impression that I could get a ride with you guys, did misinterpret that?”
Pat: “well, yes. I didn’t think you were actually serious about going. I do apologize. But, I think you’d have more fun if you went with someone else.”
Ugh.
So I spent some time seeing if someone else wanted to go. Um yea. Last minute on a Sunday night when everyone is doing homework. I would probably have a better chance of winning the lottery.
Fucking shit. Why do people flake out on other people like this?? I wouldn’t mind as much if it was something small (read as: I haven’t invested money or significant amounts of time into it), but when I have over $20 riding on plans I made three fucking days ago. Not okay.
I hate doing it, but as a last resort I’m borrowing Ben’s car (thank you so much Ben, you rock and now I owe you…or something like that).
I just need to vent.
Pat: “Well, just use someone elses car. It’s just boulder.”
Yes, it just Boulder, only a half hour each way and $7 in gas.