Only offering a spammy, self-degrading story because I was asked to and I feel like I'd be betraying my friends in Butler if I were to not give them an explanation for my attendance. Bear with my wall of text:
-I turned down Jacob's offer to pick me up Thursday night because I was smashing with 4 local buddies of mine that decided to get back into the game and were going to attend with me the next day, as a crew.
-I couldn't sleep (excitement johns!) so I just waited 'til 10am when we had planned to leave for the tournament, but absolutely nobody showed up to my house, nor answered any of my calls.
-After trying for about 2 hours to get a hold of the 4 people who no more than half a day ago were hyped over going to this tournament, I decided to crash for a few hours to get some sleep before eventually (or so I planned) heading to Jacob's place.
-Upon waking, I realized I got precisely one text from Matt asking when I'm gonna be there. I attempted to call him back, which went unanswered, and so just left him a text explaining that I was completely clueless as to what happened to my ride and have no means of getting there anymore. This also went unanswered.
-Over the next couple hours, still trying to make sense of why everything had gone wrong, I magically got in contact with my friends, after the tournament was already underway, who only then informed me of their extended shifts at work / sudden commitments to visit family / abrupt disinterest in attending anymore / etc.
-Already becoming completely fed up and frustrated with having wasted the whole day accomplishing nothing due to my 'friends' completely changing their minds without warning (and waiting til after I had already missed the tournament before actually giving me any notice) I was half-intent on just getting some much-needed sleep and bugging somebody up there for a ride the next day; however, my dad generously offered to bring me THAT NIGHT, and at about 8:30 I sent a text to Jacob telling him I'd be there within the hour.
-I arrived at Jacob's house around 9pm to find the place absolutely dead, nobody anywhere to be found, and lest I just be sitting around alone with my thumb up my *** for untold hours waiting for somebody to show, I tried calling Jacob 3 or 4 times (and also texted Matt / Chris at least once each) but got no response. Being completely fed up with the headache that the whole day had been, ultimately to no avail, and having no clue as to where anybody was or for how long (theme of the day: because nobody can answer their phone) I simply went back home to try to get some actual rest.
-I woke up at about 4pm the next day. Having hugely overslept, I checked my phone to see any questions as to my attendance / offers of rides that I had assuredly missed. To my surprise, nobody had even bothered to ask (let alone belatedly answer any of my texts from the day before) and so I just tried calling Jacob once more to see if there was any chance of a ride, and, given the amount of input I had received regarding this whole event, if anything was even still going down. Unsurprisingly, I got no answer, ever.
-I ended up being awake all night again as my sleep schedule was utterly ****ed up again at this point, and by the dawning of the next day I still hadn't heard any response from any of the people I had repeatedly called / texted, my "friends" still ceased to provide any proof of their corporeal existence, and I was simply too fatigued / frustrated to put forth any effort to show up for what was left of the one remaining day: a day which, again, I hadn't the faintest clue as to whether or not anything was even happening on and was getting no answers when I tried to find out.
Yes, it is highly eluding as to how I could miss a 3-day event occuring no more than 20 minutes from my own home, but the betrayal of my own friends, my over-confidence in their proper placement of priorities, and a completely inexplicable loss of any communication between myself and all of Butler managed to make me do just that. Spamming boards with HEY WTF PICK ME UP posts didn't seem like a desireable or even necessary approach, as all could have been explained and plans made if a single person had bothered to actually speak to me after any one of my many calls. I don't know what the deal was on anybody else's front in regards to communication, but my ties seemingly got severed out of nowhere, and it cost me the tournament, my one successful ride to get me there, and any hopes or ambitions I had of making the effort the following days.