So I went and saw the Laramie Project a couple weeks ago as put on by my city's liberal arts school. It was good, though I think they could have cut it down by half an hour and still not left anything out. The other members of my GSA I've talked to enjoyed it, but said the same sort of thing. It was too damn long.
So the neverfuckingending crush? Was supposed to come with me to the release concert for my friend's newest CD. http://www.heather-hutchison.com if you're interested.
So I called the crush to make sure all was well, bla bla bla, Saturday afternoon. Sie was babysitting hir niece at that time, but all was still well...probably. Sie called me back a bit later. All was well. I squeeeeed. Inwardly. Then, just before I'm ready to leave to pick up my other friend that was coming, sie calls me. No one can take the niece. Therefore. Crush? Can't come, so much. I assured hir that that was fine, shit happens, no biggy. Then I died inside. Then I died a little more, because it's not like it was the crush's fault, so I couldn't be angry. Roar. Then I had coffee. And remarked how apparently Second Cup draws me in no matter where I am every Saturday night. Then my best friend killed her gingerbread man.
P.S. I saw Tori Amos in concert and it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.