The Cake isn't a lie. It's just Hiding

My weekend was good.
It wasn't the best, but it was still good.

It started on a Friday. The Night before I had seen Transformers 2, a movie that I certainly enjoyed, aside from the unneccessary sections. I was happy. I still had Jetfire blabbering away about his history in my head.
The only trouble with the day was the passing of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. And a rumour of Jeff Goldblum passing as well.
The night held a dinner at Sizzler, to celebrate my Uncle Scotts 50th. I ordered a course of BBQ Honey Pork Riblets. Sizzler, however, don't have access to very good riblet meat and I was left feeling a little sick.
As time continued, I was given a lift home and I went to bed.

Then Saturday rolled around. I had made plans to go to the Gold Coast, and when I returned, I would have my birthday party.
The Plan followed through well. I went down the coast to play Dungeons and Dragons, and brought back a friend of mine to join my birthday party.
The birthday party was good. It segregated into two groups: The Dorks and the Dweebs. The Dorks were under the house, enjoying talks and playing games; whereas the Dweebs remained upstairs and danced and drunk to their hearts content.
A few Dweebs came downstairs to put in their two cents to the group, confused as to why they were playing games rather than being upstairs and drinking and dancing.
A few of my friends came around, and they aren't exactly dorks, but they were uncomfortable around the dweebs. One Dweeb was talking with them and my Not-Quite-Dorks were jesting at her expense, something that my Dweeb friend wouldn't take to heart. However, she did. This is something I'll continue with a little later after I tell tale of the rest of my weekend.
So my guest ended up retiring and I continued to socialise with everyone else. Some more of my friends who are Not-Quite-Dweebs were hanging out the front and drinking. I hung out with her and had an argument about the colour of her car, putting on accents sounding like the Gay Chinese Dude from The Hangover. To which I found out that she's going through a little more stress with her boyfriend.
Now, I like this girl. She's funny, she's confident, and she's doing really well. But this guy she's with, he's a bit of a tool. Just a little. He's a nice guy, and he has her wrapped around his finger.
She was put in the position to debate whether to trust him. Someone they both knew sent her a message saying "Bitch, I fucked your boyfriend" (Not an exact quote) and he's cheated on her before. So she wasn't sure who to trust. She doesn't want to be fucked around again, but she doesn't want to punish him for something he didn't do.
I didn't know what to say. I've been in the same position, except maybe a little more intense. My girlfriend had a history for being promiscuous. Everyone knew that. So everyone came up to me and said "Hey, she cheated on you with such-and-such", whether it was someone we both knew or someone completely random that just didn't like her. I didn't know who to trust, and I chose to believe her.
In the end, I broke up with her after five months. Whether it was a good idea or not, that remains unanswered.
But now someone else is in the same position. From what i can tell, she has given him the benefit of the doubt. She has known him for many years, dating him for the better part of it, so she is certainly loyal. Time will tell. I have been charged from her to keep better contact, rather than only on special events.
Eventually, everyone left and we retired.

The next morning was Sunday. There was a little cleaning up and My guest, myself and the Dick left for a Monsterpocalypse Event. Before the game really started, Kel (the Organiser) made a declaration.

I am under orders by my lovely wife, Tash, to give you this.
*Presents a Fresh Cream Covered Spongecake*

These guys are awesome. And so, the cake was shared around and we continued on. I lost 3 of the 3 games. Technically, I won the last event as I didn't have an opponent and recieved the "Bye", which I consider to be the wrong word and should be "Buy" instead.
Anywhoodlewhatzit.
Kel throughout the day had been playing against people who had the Buy (I like it and I'm sticking to it). So I played him at the end of the day. It was looking good for me. But, as the pendulum swings, I made one move and it was all in his favour in the end.
I did come quite close to having a tie though. All I had to do was hit with my spitters and squix twice. I didn't quite get it, but it was close.
After that, my Dork friends and I went to play Dungeons and Dragons where my character attacked and mauled anything that was not friendly, and mostly succeeded.
The night ended with installing a webcam that my mother bought me for a dollar and talking with a new friend.

So I return to the subject of saturday night and socialising.
The segregation was a little odd, I find. Now I know a fair few people from different worlds. Very different worlds. Some obnoxious, some quiet and shy, some wise and entertaining, some just downright arrogant.
The party had a few dabbles of this. I didn't think about how they would mix. Didn't think at all.
The Dorks came downstairs and played games, while the Dweebs were upstairs drinking and dancing.
I wonder which one is better though. The Dweebs like me. Sure, that's fine. But they don't understand the Dorks. They don't WANT to understand the Dorks. Their way is the way it should be.
Some of the Dorks don't feel entirely comfortable with the Dweebs. One has a priority of "Games first, chicks second", rather than the typical "Girls then Geeks". It's good, in a way, because he's usually quite honest. The largest downside is that he pulls out jokes that reference games that some people won't quite understand.
The Dweebs that came down talked with a few of my friends that turned up here and there. Now, they joked with each other. However the Dweeb, as drunk as she was, took it to heart. She was paranoid that they didn't like her and were picking on her. Yes, she's insecure for various reasons. But it pisses me off that she would take a joke to heart when she does the same thing to the Dorks. Its fucking Hypocritical. But that's not going to happen.
It has happened before. I was doing my thing in the loungeroom, playing a game, and the Dweebs were picking making jokes about me playing this particular game. I got fed up and went into my room to do something else since they obviously wanted to watch a movie on the television.
And they wonder why I have become more and more reclusive.
The Dorks are all lovely people. I can speak highly of some and say the opposite for others. But they are still my friends, and it disappoints me that I can't mix these two worlds.
But, that's what you get for not thinking ahead.