figmentation

We got the bar room put together last night. Let me rephrase that,
We moved the couch into the bar room, and chris moved his gear out of it, and I organized the shit outta it then everyone lit a fire and didn't tell me. when I came back in, everyone was all couple cuddly around the fire in the room that I had just cleaned. I feel jiped, and that my efforts were ignored.

But, we now have a useable room. so I guess my work was for some good... just not personal.