I had a mini meltdown when BritGuy spilled a martini all over me early on (forcing me to change my perfectly coordinated outfit) and then during dinner kept slamming his hands down on our glass dining room table and banging his feet on the floor.
Later I had a major meltdown when my "friend" of 35 years made a stunningly offensive homophobic comment about me and my HS circle, under the guise of "wit." I lost it, told her off and then stormed out of the apartment. Without shoes. Thank God for J2, Miss P and Caldwell - they were all magnificent - J2 even brought a pair of shoes down to the lobby for me, and he thought enough to bring a pair that matched my new, also perfectly coordinated, outfit.
After I calmed down enough to go back upstairs she did "apologize," and I accepted as graciously as I could. But that relationship is now toast. (And the subject of my next play, to be written without BritGuy.)
I'm now thankful that yesterday, as well as Angela, is history.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
Updated On: 11/27/09 at 06:44 AM