Don't Get Me Angry

I'm headed off to a Civil War Re-enactment this weekend. I get to get all tarted up in pretty Victorian clothes and hang out with friends and play and have a good time. But (and there's always a "but," isn't there?), I am pissed at two of the girls attending. And, I do mean "girls." They're young (mid-20's), flighty drama queens. They're two of the people who are pissed at me because of the email I sent out this week. Let me tell you exactly what was said in the email:

Storage: We will have B's A-frame tent set up on the side of the house for storing items. Kaufmann's is off-limits for storage. Note: do NOT bring your entire house to the event (G & T I'm looking at you!). We need to store stuff for 6 people, and the tent isn't big. Also, the tent is being used by 2 people on Saturday night for camping, so you cannot leave stuff overnight.

So, the two girls pissed at me are G and T because I made a side joke about them notoriously not packing light. Again, they did not tell me that they were mad. They told B who told me. That pisses me off. If you're mad at me, why don't you tell me?

Being the adult in this situation, I emailed them back:

B tells me you are upset with my, obviously failed, attempt at humor in yesterday's email. I'm sorry it upset you. It certainly wasn't intended to. If I ever do anything to upset you, please let me know. I look forward to seeing you on Saturday.

Short, to the point. I was pissed, so I didn't trust myself to say much more. They responded back. I wish I still had their emails, but I deleted them. But, here was their basic arguement: 1) we had to bring more stuff than other people, 2) we shared our stuff with others, and 3) it's our stuff to bring and it wasn't encroaching on others.

Here's where I stand now. I want to set them straight because numbers 1 and 3 are patently false and number 2? Everyone was sharing stuff with everyone else. But, they are flighty, overly sensitive, drama queens. Now that they have "cleared the air," they've forgotten about it. I, on the other hand, am slow to anger, but once you've pissed me off? You're fucked. If I did what I really wanted to do, it would resort in 2 little girls in puddles of tears. But, I don't want to make the weekend miserable for everyone. As it stands, I am the only one who is still pissed. I am the only one who has any lingering bad feelings. If I tore them new assholes (which I so want to do), it would make me feel better, but the little girls would feel horrible, and they are the sorts who would make everyone around them feel horrible, too.

Broad suggests that I let them get all their shit spread out, which they will most certainly do, and then calmly point out that their shit is, in fact, encroaching on everyone else. I think that's a good suggestion, but I still want to be a bitch to them. I want to hurt them and make them cry. (What can I say? I'm a Scorpio.) I am going to try and avoid them as much as possible, but our space is very small. I won't be able to avoid them anywhere near as much as I like.

I just needed to get that out. Hopefully, just by writing it out, I will have gotten the bad feelings out. But I doubt it. Again, slow to anger, but once I am angry? I hold a grudge until Jesus comes back.