Well, THAT went well
This evening I was supposed to go see "District 9" at the theater with friends.
I organised everything: the day, the place, the movie (open to change, mind you) because I know that those losers always forget about me when they plan stuff (like the Rocky Horror Picture Show which I learned on the day itself was happening therefore I already had plans. (Doctor appointment.) Serously Guys! Would it kill you to tell me about that stuff?) Hell, I even accounted for Catacombs's inability to plan more than 2 days ahead. And everyone of them knew about it for about a week.
So I send them a mail to make it official. Of the half a dozen people I sent that mail to, only 2 responded: a no and a maybe (from Catacombs). On the day itself, I asked her if she was going to come. She said maybe (Apparently, now, she can't plan 2 hours ahead. Dear God, woman! Get organized already). Straggler also said maybe, but most likely not.
As I was unwilling to drag myself halfway across Paris for someone who might not come, I said screw this and organised something else. More like I latched on someone else's plan, actually, but she was fine with it, so who cares.
As I was dragging myself to the get-together place, it started raining. THERE WAS NO ONE THERE. So I got back home and got utterly drenched, like all the way to my underwear or something. From a 15 minute walk. Guh.
Off to dinner with the family now.
I organised everything: the day, the place, the movie (open to change, mind you) because I know that those losers always forget about me when they plan stuff (like the Rocky Horror Picture Show which I learned on the day itself was happening therefore I already had plans. (Doctor appointment.) Serously Guys! Would it kill you to tell me about that stuff?) Hell, I even accounted for Catacombs's inability to plan more than 2 days ahead. And everyone of them knew about it for about a week.
So I send them a mail to make it official. Of the half a dozen people I sent that mail to, only 2 responded: a no and a maybe (from Catacombs). On the day itself, I asked her if she was going to come. She said maybe (Apparently, now, she can't plan 2 hours ahead. Dear God, woman! Get organized already). Straggler also said maybe, but most likely not.
As I was unwilling to drag myself halfway across Paris for someone who might not come, I said screw this and organised something else. More like I latched on someone else's plan, actually, but she was fine with it, so who cares.
As I was dragging myself to the get-together place, it started raining. THERE WAS NO ONE THERE. So I got back home and got utterly drenched, like all the way to my underwear or something. From a 15 minute walk. Guh.
Off to dinner with the family now.