I don't know what to say about the Pink Film Festival opening last night. On one hand it was OK. On the other, I kinda felt a bit bad about the whole affair (for purely childish and selfish reasons mostly, I admit).
Well for one thing (ok, this is where the actual brat-a-thon starts), no one wanted to go with me. And if they did, they cancelled at the last minute. So I ended up going by myself. Which brings me to another reason why I felt a bit bad:
I at least had (or more exactly, I thought I had) the consolation that I'd see Oscar there, and maybe get to be a sort of sidekick for him for the night. Just to have someone to be with, at least. But I guess I didn't think he'd be too busy with stuff, being the opening night and all... which of course, he was. So he just gave me my ticket and then I lined up with all the other ordinary people.
Imagine that. Me, The Web Guy, lining up with the ordinary people? But oh gosh, what was I thinking? That everyone would shower me with love and affection the moment I walk into the theater? People don't even know me. I don't even go to the office, and I just have the materials emailed to me! NO, I was just a brat. A brat in line with, in reality, people who are more fabulous than I am.*
Sigh. But I guess I could still be proud of myself. Not a peep from me the whole night. Nuh-uh. It was all good, and I took it like a mature person. That Claus person ought to have a big ass present ready for me on Christmas, that's all I gotta say. I just sat tight and watched the movie all quiet like. All the whining was kept inside, ready to be fired off like a time-release stink bomb the moment I get my hands on a keyboard. (Which, if it isn't too obvious yet, is what is actually taking place right now.)
ANYWAY, there was of course some good too. Like the previous post, I don't want to appear like such a complete arse and complain all the goddamned time. The movie more than made up for the bad vibes last night. I enjoyed it immensely, even though it was tad longer than what was normally more comfortable. Regardless, it was great. I came out of that theater with a smile in my face and a song in my heart. As a matter of fact -- oh holy hell, I can't keep this up anymore. IT DEPRESSED THE SHITLOAD OUTTA ME.
Yes it did, and it was still a good movie, but it depressed me to high heavens. And that's not the worst part. The worst part is I DON'T HAVE MONEY ANYMORE TO BUY BLUEBERRY CHEESECAKE FOR EVEN A FEW MINUTES OF COMFORT.
So imagine how my sanity is teetering on the dangerous edge right now. And imagine what one little sly nudge can do...
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[*] Admittedly more fluff than anything else, but still fabulous.**
[**] I am so evil.
