My 26th

This past weekend was supposed to be one of the best I ever had. I diligently researched available locations to rent for two nights in the Catskills. Since I was planning on bringing 6 or 7 people with me I couldnt do it at my place. My (EX) realtor suggested this one house that has 8 bedrooms and 10 acres. I didnt even bargain with him when he shot a price at me but simply said good ill take it. Now the date was approaching and I made sure to call people and confirm that they were coming. I made sure to call this one person who is notorious for cancelling. I called and he said 100% IM IN!!! Great I thought. Others were relying on this Fat Fuck to come as well for he was their ride back. This known pathological liar cancelled in the last hour that we were supposed to leave. This caused a domino effect that he knew would happen with others cancelling as well since they wouldnt have a way back. O.K. What to do? The truth is that he is a miserable person who always stays home and hardly ever sees the light of day. I thought him coming was a give in. Whats funny is how he acts like because hes married and he has a kid he has his shit together. He thinks we forgot the circumstances surrounding his getting married in the first place. He used to be addicted to xanax. He often would swallow 20 in one night. One day he woke up in his own shit because his bodily functions were giving out. So it turned out that my best freind Dan and I headed up together and 2 other friends followed in their car. We had a few stops before we got to the place and so it took us around FOUR hours to get there when it normally only takes 2. This place was verrry cool looking from the outside. It had one of these round driveways with a fountain in the middle. It seemed the long drive was worth it. So while my freinds are gathering their things outside I am already inside looking around. Now the realtor (A real shmuck) told me the place is secluded and has 10 acres and is a 8 bedroom. All this was true. What he left out was that this place looks like a mental institution that was closed down becuase of unsanitary conditions. There were holes in the walls that were poorly covered. There were padlocks on the outsides of every bedroom....PADLOCKS!!! This place was so scary I felt a strange gladness for my other friends not coming. The house had a huge party room which was the only pleasant thing. We turned around and left. Later in the weekend when cops were called on us one explained to me that they throw crazy toga parties in that house. I was very disapointed considering I was hoping for an extra special B-day since my last few were pretty uneventful. We eventually just went to the house I lease and it worked out fine from then. I cant stand my friends. I go up to the mountains to relax and not to listen to them bitching about what we should do and when. I think my feelings became evident to a couple of them and so they left. I am glad they did. It was dan and I that remained. We had a great steak @ some place nearby and I dropped him off @ the house so I can go shoot my new guns. He didnt want to come because I quote "IF I GET ARRESTED THEY WILL DEPORT ME" lollllllll I almost fell on my face from laughter when he said this because 1st shooting here is legal and 2nd I know him for 10 years now and this is the first time i ever heard him say this. Anyhoo, if you read a little further into this blog you will learn that I am just generally sick and tired of the norm. I imagine many people are like me and arent crazy about routine. Whats crazy is that im now totally fed up with NYC and most of my friends here. Either their degenerates who havent ever picked up a book or their money hungry losers who think becoming rich is what life is about. Fuck Everyone.