In December of 2005 Whitney and I went to Matt’s & Sunny’s house for a game night. This was the first time Whitney had gone somewhere with the sole purpose of hanging out with us. Les was there, also. The plan was to play the game Cranium. I kept bragging that I had never lost at Cranium before and so I was going to win. I’m not 100% sure, but I believe Matt, Sunny and Les were on one team and Whitney and I were on the other team. As the game went on it became clear that I was probably going to lose.
Meanwhile, Matt and Les kept going off to the side, whispering and laughing. I started becoming visibly irritated. I thought they were making fun of Whitney because she was new to the group, but I just kept that to myself and grew angrier. To the others it looked as if I was extremely immature – becoming hostile about losing a board game.
The reason they were whispering and laughing was because of the purple clay that comes with Cranium. They had shaped it into something like a hamburger and were plotting to take a photo of it and of me losing the game and Photoshop the purple clay sculpture onto my head. Ultimately we did lose the game.
When Matt prepared to take the picture of me I was to my breaking point and advised him not to take the picture of me because I wasn’t in the mood. I’ll admit that, regardless of the reason, I was irrationally upset and aggressive. To them it still looked as if I was being an immensely bad sport about losing Cranium. He took the picture anyway. I stood up from my chair and charged at him. I had to pass Les to get to Matt. I remember Les backing away – having the most perplexed, astonished look I have ever seen him have. I yelled at Matt and, being totally uncertain of why I was acting like this, he kicked me out of the apartment. Sunny claimed that I was her guest, not his, and therefor he was not allowed to kick me out. Whitney and I left anyway.
Something happened on the way down to the car. Either I had forgotten something or wanted to clear the air with Matt. I can’t remember. I went back up to the apartment. Matt asked me what my problem was. Because Whitney was no longer in the room I felt comfortable explaining that I thought they were making fun of her. Matt excitedly clarified what he and Les were planning. Eventually, we both started laughing. I don’t think Les or Sunny were amused.
It was too late anyway. The night had been tainted and I still left with Whitney. She was very puzzled about what happened and not exactly thrilled with my behavior, but all I could tell her was that it was a huge misunderstanding.
I believe I still have the picture of me with the very unhappy face. I’m going to try very hard to find it tonight.