Aight, so this girl, Heather, talked me into going to see her this weekend at East Carolina. We met over the summer and have become fairly close. We want to see each other again to see if anything comes out of it. Now, it's a 4.5 hour drive to get to ECU. It's all the way across the state. Draw a line from the western border all the way to the coastline, and you have a roug idea how far I went. I ride with my roommate who has volunteered to drive since his rice-burner gets better gas mileage than the Cadillac does. Well, I get there Friday night and we hang out. Everything is going great, and I have no complaints. Saturday comes, and we go to Reggae on the Lake, which turns out to be the biggest drunk-fest EVER. Beer cans are flying, cracking random people in the head..........beer being poured over friends heads...........people pissing in the LINE for the bathroom............ So we decide to part from this locale and go watch a movie at her friend's apartment. About the time we leave, she gets a call and she says she needs to go get her drunk friend whom is about to drive. Me being a fireman, I say, "go ahead." I ride with Chris, who's apartment we are going to. He's a cool guy and has a pretty nice place. We pick up his "girlfriend" and another one of Heather's friends named Mario. We all go to his apartment and begin watching the movie with the understanding that she would join us after she dropped off her friend. Well, after about half of the movie has played through, she calls Chris and says that she is going to go on to the club. I proceed to say, "WHAT THE F*CK?! We were supposed to go to the club together after the movie!" She says, "Well, if you wanna go, get Chris or one of his friends to bring you back over here." I am completely dumbfounded at this. How could she ditch me with some of her friends, and then expect me to ask them to take me back, much less have them go out of their way for her benefit? So he hangs up the phone, and we watch the rest of the movie. With about 10 minutes left in it, she calls again and says that if I want to go, to come outside and get in the car. So Mario and I jump up and head out so we can change clothes and head to the club. So we change and get dropped off at the club. Heather says that she needs to go give another friend a ride back to his apartment, but she'll be back soon. I, AGAIN, say, "Go ahead." Off they go...........when they'll return, I don't know. Mario and I go inside, I have a few drinks and stand around because I don't know the first freakin person there. About 30 minutes later, the girls show up. As soon as she finds me, she says she needs to go to the bathroom, and leaves. I ASSUMED she would return. An hour and a half later, she still hasn't returned and I can't find her in the club, so Mario and I depart back to his dorm room to see if we can't find her since all of my stuff is in her room. After about 30 minutes, we get up with her friend who says she's in her room, so off we go. I am LIVID at this point, and all I want to do is get my stuff and get up with my roomie so I can sleep. We go to the dorm and her friend lets me in, and I head up to her room and knock on her door. No answer. I wait a minute, then knock again. No answer. I go up two more floors to her friend's room. Knock on her door. No answer. I'm getting really angry now. I go back down to Heather's room and knock on the door again. No answer. "Great!" Now, I can't leave this elevator access only portion of the dorm since EVERY door in this place requires a key to enter. I can't get OUT of the stairwell if I were to enter, and if I leave the elevator access area, I can't get in. My cell phone is almost dead, and I have no place to sleep. I call Chris and asks him if he can do anything. He tries to call her room, but gets no answer. Here's my big break: As I'm getting on the elevator again, the Resident Director pops up. Here's the conversation: "What's up, man?", he asks. "Nothing." "Do you live here? "No. I'm a student from Appalachian State and I'm here visiting a friend." "Oh. Did they escort you here?" "No, I'm just trying to get my stuff from her room so I can go home." "Ok. I'll help you with that." So we go to her room, and he basically kicks in the door from knocking so hard. She comes to the door, looking tore-up from the floor-up. He asks her if it's cool if I go in and get my stuff and she opens the door. There are no lights on as I enter. My eyes are focused on my suitcase and my backpack, which contains my uber-mug and my Crown Royal, which I am in desperate need of now. I grab it, and as I turn around to leave, she opens the door which lights up the room. I glance over at her bed, and guess what I see? A guy...... I wish SOMEONE had a camera so they could have caught the expression on my face. I know it was somewhere between furious and demonic, I imagine. I look at her, then the bed, then her, then the door. The RD asks her if she'll escort me out, and she does. I ask if it's cool if I hang out in the lobby long enough to contact my roommate. He says it's fine as long as she's with me. GREAT! More time I have to spend with this ungrateful person. I LUCKILY get up with my roommate. It is now 3 AM. I'm cold, tired, drunk, FURIOUS, and ready to get away. He says he's on the way, so I say "Peace out" to Heather, and go chill outside until he shows up. He and the girl he came to see show up, I climb in, and we head to her apartment. Her name is Leah, and she has to be the sweetest and most hospitable person I have ever met. She takes, a total stranger to her, into her apartment, gives him a place to sleep, food to eat, and a hot shower, and even the good conversation I only expect from best friends. Her roommate, Amanda, is her equal, and gorgeous, if I may be honest. The few hours I spent with them made up for my crap-ass weekend. I am now back in Boone. I'm waiting for a call or a message from Heather. If she does either, there will be no end to my bitching. ENRAGED will be my attitude, and UNFORGIVING will be the point I am conveying.