Borking borker son of a bork!

Today was fun. A group of us girls were meeting at a mall--first get-together we'd had in months. And then of course Fate noticed that we were planning a good time and decided to get stuck in with us, which of course meant that hardly anything went according to plan.

Chronos had kindly offered to take me to the mall, because I am carless half the time and she lives so close by, but this gesture ended up being more a  pain in the ass for her than a demonstration of her Good Samaritanship. Specifically we were delayed by my mother's most likely illegal wholly legitimate hoedown corn shucking llama-tipping frollypalooza appointment at a bank. And by delayed I mean COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DELAYED for two frickin' hours. I mean, seriously! Out of all the other days in summer, the Mother had to go and pick today to get her square-dancing cob-husking camelid-toppling nonexistantworderrorerrordoesnotcompute**CRASH**ing needs filled at BANK NAME REMOVED FOR LEGAL PURPOSES?! Sigh... but she did. And so we waited. Chronos spammed me with random ferret-related SMSes and engaged in other idle pursuits, such as possibly attaining an intermediate level of fluency in Quechua and redesigning the Sistine Chapel, while I sat at home and stared sulkily at the computer. (To each her own.)

At long last the Mother returned and I was permitted to leave. The journey to long-suffering Eusebia's house and the leg from there to the mall was uneventful. -beat- Well, it was eventful, but not in a SFW kind of way. -beat- Pervs. Not like that.

Anyways, we arrived safely and extremely late, and met up with the other girls in our expedition. Methe, Eirene, Neikea, and Hestia had already been at the mall for two-odd hours when Chronos, Eusebia and I showed up. Some hurried discussion and then a plan was formed. Firstly Methe cashed in on her free tickets, buying us seven seats for the 3:30 showing of Inception; then we went to a delicious but horribly overpriced little restaurant called NAME REMOVED FOR FEAR OF LAWSUITS where I paid ninety-fking-seven thousand, five-fking-hundred CURRENCY REMOVED FOR FEAR OF TRACING OUR COUNTRY OF RESIDENCE for an admittedly tasty grilled beef sausage and rosti. (Mmm... rosti.) Chronos, meanwhile, paid exactly the same amount of money for a glass of juice and a small pizza, while several members of our party ended up shelling out over 120,000 WE DON'T NEED TO REPEAT OURSELVES DO WE NOW? for around the same amount of food. Needless to say, we are never going to come back to that dive again. -shudder- It took some basic arithmetic and a lot of quick thinking to come up with a parentally acceptable explanation for the expenses, one which regrettably included a little bit of lying screwing with the truth in a way that brings to mind the old dictum of "what they don't know won't be casually brought up the next time you ask for money". (Desperate people do desperate things.)

By the time we exited the fiscal sinkhole of NAME REMOVED FOR YADDI YADDI YA it was already about half past two, so we decided to split: Methe, Eusebia, and Hestia set off to gossip and window shop (I think) while Chronos, Neikea, Eirene and I headed for the pool tables. What followed was a lively hour of... well... Neikea hitting trick shots, Eirene missing trick shots, Mnem missing things in general and Chronos blatantly abusing her "bork" privileges. And then the gawkers came back, and we went to watch Inception, and everyone wandered out lookingly vaguely disoriented, and we went home, and if you're wondering why the post is finishing on such a lacklustre tone it's because it's 1:20 in the morning and I am damn tired.

I really need to start sleeping earlier.

OH HOLY SHET IT'S SCHOOL TOMORROW.

Fk.

~Mnemosyne