I just got in from the late show of Sex and the City, and I'm happy to report that it lived up to the hype. Even though I wasn't a die-hard fan of the Awesome Foursome, I liked them enough to want to see the movie. Everything you love Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha for -- sex, fashion, and men -- was present in abundance.
Everything about tonight would have been perfect had I gone alone. But I made the stupid mistake of attending the biggest chick flick of the year with my cousin. She's the only child of my mother's only sister, and she's a pain in the ass. MC is the kind of person who'd rather curse the darkness than light a candle. She's very pessimistic with a bad attitude. There's never a silver lining to her cloud, and she finds a way to see the worse at all times. It's so bad that she wears a permanent scowl on her face. Basically, she's the kind of person who could mess up a wet dream. As you can imagine, she and I don't really hang out too much. And here's the bad part -- every time I do, I realize why I don't do it more often.
My original plan was to see the flick with a girl I met at my birthday party. We don't really hang out often, but she's been very nice to me, and she makes it a point to invite me to things. She's a really cool, and I know I would've enjoyed the evening with her.
So why did I go with my cousin, you ask? Basically, it was my big mouth that got me into trouble. MC called me, and I asked her if she was going to see it. Of course she wanted to go. When I said that I was supposed to go with Birthday Party Girl, she wanted to tag along.
Here's where it gets tricky. If my cousin were a normal person, I would've just said to BPG, "Hey, MC wants to go, too," and we would've all gone and had a good time. Unfortunately, that's not the case. In addition to being completely negative, she has absolutely no people skills. I really wasn't in the mood to have to defend or excuse her bad behavior in the presence of a stranger. Even though I know she's crazy, she's still my family -- the closest relative I have in this place -- and I love her. I can talk about her, but you can't -- even when she deserves it, which is often.
So I ended up blowing BPG off for my cousin, and what a mistake that was. First off, she wanted to go to an early movie, and I wanted to take in a late show. When we got there, we ended up having to go to an even later show than we originally planned because it was sold out. MC, the rocket scientist she is, didn't think to buy the tickets online so we'd know EXACTLY what kind of time we'd be dealing with. I don't feel like going into all the details, but let's just say she complained the whole time.
The final straw was when the movie was over. Everyone knows I like to watch the music credits at the end. She didn't want to wait for me. Normally, I would've left to keep the peace, but by this point, I was sick of her and wanted to get her back for the aggravation of the evening. (I've really got to do something about this nasty passive-aggressive streak in me.) I sat there and watched every credit I wanted to see, and went to the bathroom afterwards. By the time I got to my dear cousin, she was seething.
Even though I tried to make polite conversation about the movie, she wasn't having it. We walked to the car in silence. As we waited to get out of the parking lot, she sat there and fumed. Finally, as we were making our way home, she said something about "Ms. Had to See the Credits." I wanted to let her know exactly what I thought of her and her nasty attitude, but I decided to refrain and just stick to the easily digestible facts.
When I got out of her car at my house, I knew that it would probably be a while before I heard from my relative. And I'm pretty glad about it.
Everything about tonight would have been perfect had I gone alone. But I made the stupid mistake of attending the biggest chick flick of the year with my cousin. She's the only child of my mother's only sister, and she's a pain in the ass. MC is the kind of person who'd rather curse the darkness than light a candle. She's very pessimistic with a bad attitude. There's never a silver lining to her cloud, and she finds a way to see the worse at all times. It's so bad that she wears a permanent scowl on her face. Basically, she's the kind of person who could mess up a wet dream. As you can imagine, she and I don't really hang out too much. And here's the bad part -- every time I do, I realize why I don't do it more often.
My original plan was to see the flick with a girl I met at my birthday party. We don't really hang out often, but she's been very nice to me, and she makes it a point to invite me to things. She's a really cool, and I know I would've enjoyed the evening with her.
So why did I go with my cousin, you ask? Basically, it was my big mouth that got me into trouble. MC called me, and I asked her if she was going to see it. Of course she wanted to go. When I said that I was supposed to go with Birthday Party Girl, she wanted to tag along.
Here's where it gets tricky. If my cousin were a normal person, I would've just said to BPG, "Hey, MC wants to go, too," and we would've all gone and had a good time. Unfortunately, that's not the case. In addition to being completely negative, she has absolutely no people skills. I really wasn't in the mood to have to defend or excuse her bad behavior in the presence of a stranger. Even though I know she's crazy, she's still my family -- the closest relative I have in this place -- and I love her. I can talk about her, but you can't -- even when she deserves it, which is often.
So I ended up blowing BPG off for my cousin, and what a mistake that was. First off, she wanted to go to an early movie, and I wanted to take in a late show. When we got there, we ended up having to go to an even later show than we originally planned because it was sold out. MC, the rocket scientist she is, didn't think to buy the tickets online so we'd know EXACTLY what kind of time we'd be dealing with. I don't feel like going into all the details, but let's just say she complained the whole time.
The final straw was when the movie was over. Everyone knows I like to watch the music credits at the end. She didn't want to wait for me. Normally, I would've left to keep the peace, but by this point, I was sick of her and wanted to get her back for the aggravation of the evening. (I've really got to do something about this nasty passive-aggressive streak in me.) I sat there and watched every credit I wanted to see, and went to the bathroom afterwards. By the time I got to my dear cousin, she was seething.
Even though I tried to make polite conversation about the movie, she wasn't having it. We walked to the car in silence. As we waited to get out of the parking lot, she sat there and fumed. Finally, as we were making our way home, she said something about "Ms. Had to See the Credits." I wanted to let her know exactly what I thought of her and her nasty attitude, but I decided to refrain and just stick to the easily digestible facts.
When I got out of her car at my house, I knew that it would probably be a while before I heard from my relative. And I'm pretty glad about it.
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