Conventions are supposed to be fun. This is supposed to be a place where we can geek out and have a blast. This is not a place that we are supposed to be tense and upset. This is not supposed to be an event full of drama and bullshit.
When we agreed to sharing a hotel room, we agreed to split the cost fairly evenly. Five people all paying the same cost. The three of us gave you other two one rule. We didn't care that you brought two extra people to crash in the room at no cost. We can overlook the whole ditching everyone at the con in order to go fuck some random stranger in a space that we left our valuables (thankfully nothing was stolen, because you betrayed our trust there, but that wasn't a steadfast RULE that we told you about. It's one of those understood 'No-No situations' but whatever.)
The rule was simple.
It was EASY.
Nobody was to drink any alcohol if they were staying in the room. It was to be a dry space, because one of us can't hold their drinks worth anything. So the rest of us weren't going to drink anything either. Avoiding Alcohol for a few days with so much else going on, should be really easy. We're all adults, none of us younger than 25! So this one rule, this one single thing that we mentioned WOULD be a deal-breaker if anyone violated it...
WHY COULDN'T WE EVEN GET THROUGH THE FIRST NIGHT WITHOUT THE ONE PERSON FOLLOWING THIS RULE?!?
The one person that is way too much of a handful, the same one who kicked us out of our own room just for sex (which I wouldn't have as much of an issue with if she was paying more than anyone else or had conveyed this message herself rather than pushing it down the grapevine...) is the person who showed up drunk.
Okay, so shit happens. Maybe it was a thing at a con that we missed the notice of?
"Went to a bar and had one beer on a couple of other guys. I was flirting and it was working."
One beer?
Really?
You really expect us to believe that when you have three bottles that you threw away AFTER you got back to the room?
"Fine, I had three."
Try again, sweetie.
"Five."
Now that sounds about right. Maybe six or seven considering how loud you were. When everyone else is asleep, resting after a busy day, and it's the ungodly time of the morning, do not bring another guy back to the room then start bitching and crying over things. Don't make it out that we're the horrible people because we don't want to put up with more of this bullshit. Don't boo-hoo to us that you might have an STD because you've decided to whore yourself out after breaking up with your boyfriend. If you cared about safe sex, the likelihood of that being the case would be much lower and you wouldn't have any reason to panic as if you were just stabbed or something.
We specifically stated that nobody in the room was supposed to drink at this convention. And it was the FIRST FUCKING NIGHT.
Hotels in the area are supposed to be sold out. The three of us all live well over an hour away. That long commute daily certainly sounds better than putting up with three more nights of this BS. But, even better, the money we were supposed to give you to pay for the room? Thanks for not claiming it when we arrived. Now you get none of it for violation of the one simple condition we had. And instead, we managed to get blindingly insanely lucky and found a room nearby. A room that costs us EXACTLY the amount that you were going to get.
Sorry, but we aren't sorry that we're leaving you high and dry on this issue. It was ONE rule. ONE!
And you had been told since this con LAST YEAR that it would be a deal-breaker if we shared a hotel for this con. You were told YESTERDAY morning as a reminder that "Drinking is prohibited and we will find other arrangements if you do it." as well as everyone being reminded that "This is a dry room, so we won't be drinking alcohol here."
If we didn't remind everyone yesterday, then maybe talking about it would have helped. But to get a promise to our face that got broken in under 12 hours, how can you expect us to ever trust you with anything again. At least the situation is better now.
Now maybe I can take care of the other things that are as hard to deal with for this. (Such as the bruised finger and the injured ankle + Knee...)
Seriously? How in the fuck was this problem not discovered sometime between when the house went up for sale and when we bought it?! I was never crazy about this damn place, but noooo! My hubby liked it and he was using his VA loan so I got overruled by everybody. Now all they're doing is bitching because we can't do laundry, we can't take long showers, and the backyard looks like we're trying to turn it into a mud wrestling pit. Maybe next time everyone will give my opinion a listen!
