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Monday. Nothing really much to say. The Nov. 3 trip to TRF went just
fine, but with very few people, all of whom I knew personally.

It was nice to spend time with my dear E without the spouse present.
E actually got to talk & visit without interruption & belittlement
from the ball & chain. Tim, the husband of my HS best friend Liz, was
not as big a jerk as I expected. He seemed to be a good dad & took
care of his wife when she drank too much at the King's Feast & was
sick. So...I guess I'll have to tell Dee and Rio that he's grown up a
bit since the last time they saw him.

Tim's bro Chris was a little quiet at first, but eventually he found
things in common with other folks & chatted a bit. Max, Liz's big
crush from RHPS in Austin, came along. He did the garb thing & had a
good time. Liz was in garb until she made a mess on it. I did my
usual garb. E dressed up like Cthulhu, it was very cool. Lotsa people
took his picture. It was fun.

Max introduced us to a yummy new dessert--warm apple dumplings & ice
cream, with mead poured over. He has a preference for Chaucer's.
Which I find too sweet to drink straight up anymore. But it goes good
as a dessert topping.
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My business credit card statement came in...I am a little over $4K in
the hole over these 2 trips I arranged. I will get back $250 for
the 'alcohol deposit' from the bus charter people, since nobody puked
on the bus, and I will get $1200 back from TRF management for the 80
unused group tickets, so that makes my actual debt for this venture
only $2550.

"Only". That'll 'only' take me about 6 months to pay to 0, assuming
that I take care of all my other bills first and spend no money on
Christmas, birthdays, dining out, new clothes, new shoes, finishing
my Travel & Tourism Certificate at ACC, going anywhere or doing
anything that costs money. Just pay my bills, go to work, and come
home for 6 months. *sigh* Doesn't sound like much fun, does it?

Oh well. As one friend told me, I'm not "really" poor, because nobody
is going to sell my house out from under me and I won't have to
borrow any money from friends & relatives. I would have liked a
simple "oh, gee that's too bad" but instead I had my feelings pretty
much totally dismissed. I'm not "really" poor. Fuck me. I listen to
my friends talk about their problems great and small, from having no
money for groceries to not being able to find shoes to match a new
dress, and I alwaysalways have sympathy for them, tell them it's
gonna be okay, give hugs & support, but when I want a little
sympathy, "fuck you you're not poor." Thanks.

Incidentally, the coworker who told me what a great idea it was and
that she and her family and friends were all excited about
going...well, she didn't go, and none of her friends and family did
either. I will try very hard not to be bitter and angry with her.

Anyway...life goes on. I'm not dead, I don't have Anthrax, I'm still
employed, and I've been in bigger debt before, so I will cope. Seems
like I used to know how to have fun without much money, maybe I can
remember how I used to do that. Then again, I used to have more &
better friends, too. *sigh*