Lifestyles of the penniless and obscure - Drama and flirting with the ghosts

So last evening was gran's memorial, and I spent the evening being exhausted, because I was in charge of organising so much, and afterwards had to mix with some relatives who came into town, most of whom I dislike because of family dramas I am not involved in. Because I'm a nice person, yet I know all the backstory shite that went on, I had to play nice and pretend I liked everyone, and little did they know I KNEW about the crap so-and-so pulled with so-and-so, and they thought I was in the dark. Just once I couldn't resist, when my gran's sister told me a story about how gran did this or that to her when they were kids. I smiled and said, "yeah, gran used to tell me about all the stuff YOU used to pull with HER." And my aunt got all huffy and I felt good. Ha! I don't like her so I don't care. And really. Bringing up shit from when you were KIDS? What is up with all this highschool drama?

After all this, my other cousin and I promptly went to a haunted house downtown that would've been greatly improved if we had some jeager bombs. I did not get any ghoul's numbers, although I DID try. I don't think they're allowed to score dates on the job. We then legged it all over town and hit two gay bars, which we did NOT intend to do. My cousin is not from the city, so I had to educate him on some gay specs.

In the midst of all this, a friend of mine called, whom I fancy a bit. I did a shoot with him last year where we both got bladdered as hell and had a total blast flirting like mad. And NO, I do NOT facebook stalk him. He's a darling, though.

Sadly, I think he rang me for a job. I casually waited till today to return his call and I haven't heard from him.

So I went to a free Italian documentary tonight at a campus cinema. Tomorrow I shall try my best to do something with PEOPLE and FRIENDS, instead of going somewhere by myself. I really do try.