Curiouser and Curiouser

He arrived yesterday. The first time I saw him was when the dinner bell rang and they all filed inside. How did that work out? I was trying to find an actor to let him know he had a different dinner option in the back (he's very lactose intolerant) and I had to pass him. No eye contact, no hello, nothing.

That was the first punch.

I'm in the kitchen eating, as to avoid any awkwardness in public. He comes in, my mother begins talking to him. He only addresses me as an after-thought with "How are you?" Then continues to talk to my mother and Olivia.

Second Punch.

We hang out on the back deck lastnight. Corn hole fun. Everyone is talking. He will not even so much as look at me.

KO.

Apparently he looked at Matt (the kitchen staff who kinda started this whole thing by being drunk and only 16) and then turned his head and walked away when he saw him yesterday. I also found out that they have planned their camping trip f0r this afternoon. I can't go because of work on Monday. The one event that I look forward to every year, and I can't go. This season is starting off beautifully.

I slept here lastnight because mom needed the car. Coda is at my aunt's kennel, mom has the car, and I'm here all day until she comes in to cook. Thankfully he is leaving for North/South lake at lunch. Then I'll have some time to think.

Three weeks. Can I get through three weeks without wanting to stab myself in the neck?
Here's hoping.