Well, THAT was a fucked-up evening

[crowdog66]

Some things went well. I met cockatiel_art's new rat, Otis, who was a big boy and a complete sweetie. There were a lot of people at the march, which took twenty minutes to wind its way from the North End Womens Centre to the Graffiti Gallery, in a deserted industrial area of town.

The bad news: the "safe walkers" and vans going back to the Centre that I'd heard would be present... weren't. Which left the group of people I walked with, at least, more or less stranded in a not very nice area of town, while there was a reception going on inside the gallery.

That, and I think I royally pissed off morgaine_inanna and her girlfriend by speaking my mind re: taking a cab back while letting my general frustration with the situation show through. >.< They certainly turned and walked away without saying goodbye. If I end up getting kicked out of the Shrine of Diana, I won't be terribly surprised. In any case, morgaine_inanna, if I offended you or your girlfriend, I humbly apologize -- you know I'm usually a bit more reasonable and gentle of manner.

Fucking hormones. My period started less than five minutes after I got home; yes, the three of us who were left standing there on the street when Jill and her girlfriend took their leave actually DID end up taking a cab.

All in all, things generally suck at this moment.

*punches self upside the head and goes to hide in shame*

Comments

[crowdog66.livejournal.com]

I'm just tired and completely unreasonable right now, lol... in the sober(er) light of day, I see things more clearly than I did last night. I didn't catch you saying "let's walk with the group" (perhaps my attention was briefly elsewhere), which was why your walking away was a suprise.

The way I was feeling last night, I just wasn't up to walking all the way back to the Womens Centre, so a cab was in my cards anyway. ;-)

Sent that email yet? *grin*