I have been laughing hysterically all weekend. Well except for the few hours that I was entirely too hung over on Saturday morning. Maybe I have finally flipped my lid? More than likely it is that I have finely figured out that this world is a funny damn place to live?

I was the belle of the ball, or rather the evil villain. My Cruel la De ville costume was incredible if I do say so myself. I won the contest for individual costume and then me and my Dalmatian puppies won the group/couple contest. During the festivities of our Friday night I was getting random texts from Jo and Pilot.

Chad came to the party and was a bit antisocial, whatever. He and his brother went to the other bar and spotted Chad's ex with another guy. Bummer. He moped around the rest of the night. I offered to listen if he needed to talk, just not tonight. I am selfish like that. I was having fun and was not going to let him rain on my parade.

Pilot was across town at another party, he wanted me to come to him. No thanks. I was with a group and they were essential to my costume. After the bar closed he wanted me to come to an after party with him. I was up for it, but I was not driving he would have to come and get me. He was trying to get his group taken care of as he was their DD. By the time that was done it was 3am. I was dead ass tired, so was he. We decided against the after party and settled on a scary movie at my house. I don't think that either of us made it through the opening credits before we were asleep on the couch. I woke up long enough at 8am to tell him goodbye and to climb into my bed. I didn't crawl out of bed until noon, boy was I hung over!

Pilot and I were texting through out the day. Pilot wanted to hook up that night. I was up for it. Me and some of my friends went to the bar to listen to a new band. Pilot was there, he didn't even acknowledge me. I find it incredible amusing. All the talk about him changing and being a different person, down the drain. I had a massive case of the giggles. We decided that we should change locations, the new band was not very good. While en route back to the pub, I got a text from Chad asking what I was doing. I invited him to come and have a beer with us. I was hoping that his moping would be over. I was wrong. I also got a text from Pilot asking where I was going? After being there for an hour and half? Now he noticed me? I said that we were going to the pub. He said that he was right behind us and wanted to hang out.

Chad met us at the pub, he was all doom and gloom so T and I set to work getting him drunk. He livened up quite nicely. About two hours later Pilot shows up. He walks into a conversation that is at best R rated. One of those that if you weren't there you would take completely out of context. We were all just laughing and having a great time.

He pulls up a chair at our table and proceeds to pout, not talking to anyone. I can't stand when guys do that. I think that he and Chad had a few glaring contests, but at this point Chad was so drunk he had the giggles too. After an hour of Pilot being completely quiet, he asked if I was ready to leave? WTF? About 10 of us had decided that we were going to watch a movie at my house, I told him that he could come if he wanted, when WE were ready to leave. He tried making some smart-ass comment about he and I already watching that movie. He just wasn't getting the attention he wanted.

He stomped out and started sending me texts about how he should never try and make plans with me because I always break them. Stupid boy.

On Sunday morning I couldn't help but laugh, I'm still laughing actually. I think that I finally get it. Laughing is so much easier than letting stupid shit make you crazy.-V