Why can't people just go out of their way to make my life easier?

Why do LARPers insist on playing well into the wee hours? I was there last night and I had worked all day and locked my keys in the car and been lost in Winston-Salem for what seemed like forever, and there I was, trying to stay awake in a coffee house full of beginning werewolves.

Poor Sara tried to offer me a coffee smoothie thingy, but the taste of coffee makes me try to spit my own taste buds out, so I just glared. I wish they'd start in the daytime so we could finish earlier so I wouldn't be dozing off while they try to introduce me to the DenFather. Maybe I can take 'Narcoleptic' as a flaw or something. C'mon people! Cater to my whims!

On the plus side, I did get to watch Gette in the Mudscepades, and through my ingenuity and some found objects in the back yard, managed to get her car out of the trenches. It was great. I have pictures.

Ok, gotta do laundry and the trash and all that fun stuff.