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I've been waiting around all friggin' day for my friends to get their shit together. Still no luck.

Item #1: V had a birthday party scheduled today at 2:00 for her 2 year old daughter. I talked to her two days ago, and she was really sick, and said she might cancel/reschedule if she didn't start to feel better. I said "Call me. Let me know." Around noon today, I decided to call her since I hadn't heard, and just verify things were on. I needed to go and actually buy a gift for the little tyke yet, so I was working on a timetable. When I called, she was still sleeping. Her husband says "Didn't she call you? She said she called and told everyone it was cancelled." Um, no. That's why I was planning on showing up at your house at 2:00. Because she didn't call.

Ok, fine. Which leads us to...

Item #2: I called L to let her know the party was cancelled, just in case. News to her, too. Go figure. Four of us had plans tonight to get together, watch some movies, eat popcorn and chocolate and what not. You know, after the birthday party that wasn't. So, since the party was no more, and V was still sick, I asked what time did L want her sister and I to show up for movie watching stuff, as I'm free today. She and her sister had an errand to run at 1:00, so she said they'd call when they were done, unless I wanted to meet them and go along. I decided that no, I wanted to eat some lunch instead. So she said she'd call me when they were done, in roughly an hour. This was at 12:30. So I eat. And wait. 1:30 rolls by. Then 2:30. I get tired of waiting and call. They're still at the costume shop, because they decided to look for a Halloween costume for L, too, since they were there. But they expected to be done in no more than half an hour. Ooooookay. Just call me, I say again. They called twenty minutes ago, having gone from the costume shop to the fabric store. But they're finally done. Ok, I say again to L, should I meet you at your house? Well, the house is really messy, since she just back from a trip two days ago and has barely unpacked. Ok. I wait to hear if we're going to meet at her sister's place, instead. Nope. L wants time to clean her house. An hour, tops.

That would have been really freaking nice to know three hours ago!

*grits teeth*

Friendship shouldn't be this hard.

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Oh, and in a less bitchy frame of mind, went and saw Vanity Fair yesterday. About what I expected. It was a good movie, well done, Reese Witherspoon did a great job playing Becky, and it did hold my attention better than the book. I won't ever own it, I don't think, because I like my period dramas a trifle happier than that. More Jane Austen-esque.

It also had phenomenal previews. I mean, good previews. Wimbledon, Phantom of the Opera, and Stage Beauty. I cannot wait for all three of these movies. Wimbledon just looks really really good. In a chick flick way. :)

Phantom had just better be good, with Joel "I-single-handedly-destroyed-Batman" Schumacher helming. I mean it better. I've longed to see the actual stage show for forever, and this movie looks like the closest thing I'll come to it anytime soon.

And Stage Beauty looks so very good! First, because I love theater. I love Elizabethan theater. I was a Drama geek in high school, I've been to the Ashland Shakespearean Festival multiple times, and seen plays there that I both love and hate. I've taken every Shakespeare class I can possibly squeeze into my schedule for credits, which as an English major, is quite a few. (As a side note, in high school we did a production of Comedy of Errors, which was great, great fun. I played a small role as the Duchess -- originally a Duke, but sex-changed for our purposes. But I was much more in love with the words than actually performing. Plus, I wasn't a very good actor. I just had very talented friends that coached me. :) Anyway, that's just to give you my background for being instantly drawn to this movie. Also, I love Claire Danes, and ohmyGod Billy Crudup! I wish he would do more stuff. He's a little lean for me, but even so, his face is perfect enough to rival the imaginary Roarke in my mind. I can't imagine not liking this movie.